<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=470980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Happy Birthday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Standing before you... again, on the same place<br>facing the same face... a lot has changed, even the sweet smell of summer air<br>and yet your face is still as fair.<br>struck by the winter wind, weathered by the summer rain it is mine that has aged<br>and for all the pain i had to withstand <br>am i to be repaid by a touch of a cold hand <br>Beauty, do i deserve a look so stiff, as if struck by the morning frost? <br>but let this day not go to waste <br>let your hands pick the sad notes of the music that shall soon play<br>if tears are the cost, i shall gladly pay, i shall even call the rain on a summer's day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look..., earth offered me cursed fruits <br>Damn them for setting my inner beings in agonizing disputes<br>say, AM I TO OFFER YOU GIFTS OR ARE YOU? <br>Argh, let this matter no longer pursue <br>I see that it cause you a lot pain<br>Stay, do not wander away<br>Remember though: when your beauty shifts from green to illuminant red<br>Look no further, i shall be found on thy flowers' bed <br>Maybe that tune you've been working on for so long shall be played<br>Would you then lean down and whisper kindly 'happy birthday' and gently kiss me on my forehead <br>And maybe... i shall whisper the same...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Niy+Bil">Niy Bil</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=470980" data-title="Happy Birthday de Niy Bil" data-description="Standing before you... again, on the same place facing the same face... a lot has changed, even the sweet smell of summer air and yet your face is still as fair. struck by the winter wind, weathered by the summer rain it is mine that has aged and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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