My birthday is coming up.
I don’t really care,
but people tell me that I should.
22.
This age
doesn’t fit me.
I have lived many centuries,
in the form of mountains
and the sea.
But my eyes
are still as blue
as the day I was born.
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Wishing you an early/belated happy birthday 🙂
Mind checking my recent poem?
Here it is if you’re interested: https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/stay/
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