The birthday
While gape
new page
to write
for this
new year of life,
a call comes
from the soul.
Do not greetings porgetemi
and celebrations
not heard.
This' which is not
from the heart,
strengthening the mine.
Voices of those who
by blood or interest
has crossed my path,
I are distant,
unnecessary;
while the fire;
redigo yet another budget
a year past, perhaps,
still not very experienced.
Tags: budget , Brazir , birthday , in genetiliaco , Poetry
This is my voice a little, I know, but no less sincere, I crossed the path that I have not abandoned, only along a parallel path momentarily, but the dearest wishes come from the heart, not convenience, is sincere hear!
Happy birthday Poet!
Claudia
Thank you!
Personally I agree with your thinking ... and this time every year I happen to notice that some people pretend not to hear, not to read and not comment. It is just like the three monkeys:-D