Birthday Girl
I have nothing to give you
Except for my empty hands
Put your hope
I will fling about air
No sweet words to wish you
except for the poor date
You will be there...days left.
I can't find any gift for you
without clay pot.
Many drops I waste
I know your eyes also make maps
keep your drop in the pot.
You can see me within it,
Dry water of your feelings.
I have lost the magic
-to make you happy
Here's my broken love
Touch it
You can see your smile
-On the sharp knife
And my faded sounds..."HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"
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