For your birthday I have nothing to offer you. Maybe, later on, you will be told I wrote a few love poems.

For your birthday
I have nothing to offer you.
Maybe, later on,
you will be told I wrote
a few love poems.

tanka by Manuela Miga from Nude With Anthurium (1999), translated by Manuela Miga
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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