My 42nd Birthday - Poem by Simonette Brebenariu
2011 is just a year to recall,
23rd of December is my birthday at all.
My eyes are happy while reading the greetings at facebook,
But my emotions are filled with sadness, and thinking of not to look.
The abstract idea touches in this personal-self help-free verse,
That I can only visualize the meanings of hidden words at rest.
My mind thinks most when sadness rules me,
The outlet of my collaborative grey matter sounds like a bee.
Even that emptiness of egoism is not vital and cling,
My right cerebrum tells me to write the grin as if to sing.
Such condition of heavy loads within the other side of life,
The nourishment can be injected by the pen of mysterious strife.
The gift of knowing on how to write, can appease me even in such a glance,
Forgetting the wrath and sadness, this poem abodes the altruistic chance!
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