All the birthdays in a row
Every day of the year, a person's birthday
Like a thousand birthday candles
stretching out to the horizon,
marking down the days of the calendar
So blow out the candles,
forget the past,
and watch the black smoke slowly rise
up to the crystal chandelier
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every day of the year is a person's birthday...nothing to rejoice as it reduces a life by a single day.... lovely concept, , , ,10