Friday, September 21, 2012


Today it was her birthday
Her friends gave her a card
Wet ink on the cool background
still oozing of life’s regard

Her hair curled behind her head
Her smile sweetens hate
Her life began in the shadow of doubt
About whatever would be her fate

A lady drenched in secrets
She keeps locked inside her heart
No lover ever has the key to it
Only the shards of it blown apart

Who can say what happiness is?
Who will guide her hand?
Who will be behind her?
Who will be her man?

She smiles at the open card
She laughs and even sings
The rage for the moment vanquished
and do not mean a thing

So sing your song of happiness
Of the rise and fall of the sea
Today it was your birthday
A momentary glee

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