Happy birthday! at her birth, no trace of remembrance, no memory of such a day.
Over the years, the truth has come to light, that the world does not know how to forgive, and that it will not stop just for you.
Over the years, a few days passed, there was the cantoon and the cake ready at the dining table for a meal, a smiles indefinable, thankful for grace.
But this is the first year, in which she will prepare, not for others, but for herself. And she invited you, may she be present, as she slowly lay down at the table, so that they can pray.
She will prepare, she will prepare herself, with her heart set on a wall, surrounding it, because she was tired of being hurt, and her body was tired.
She will prepare, to bury every memory. The sweetness of each kiss, the electricity flowing through her body, were the lifeblood of her consciousness.
She will also prepare herself, step by step, away from the routine, of what she enjoy, within the people combined.
The dawn of your face turned, in her eyes, as you watched, in earnest moaning, as she meditate, is this the love you are waiting for?
So dear to her birthday, as she lit a candle, she will say goodbye, goodbye to the nights she catch you. The moment they cling to each other under the marriages, where heaven is the witness of there love, it is only in the world that they can understand each other.
She will close, and she will repeat the words; "I'm ready" and ask for courage, and endurance, she shall count three:
One,
two,
three,
and in her eyes, she will blow the candle, and say goodbye to you.
