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I'm mourning the death
of another year;
I leave behind my years,
my smiles and tears.
Today becomes yesterday
Tomorrow becomes today.
I'm one year closer to eternity
Cheering its dawn without
a grain of sand in my sand glass.
Don't wish me many years ahead
I just want a short significant life.
Don?t greet me "happy birthday"
Instead, tell me condolences for
My 23rd death.
I was born to die.
I'm dying slowly,
Each year a bit.
When I'm done with dying
And all you see is a body,
Then you should know that I live,
Then you should tell me
Happy real birth day.
Cuz it'll be happy indeed.
Then my death day
Will be my
Eternal birth day.
17. 01. 2006.
© Sabina Rosca
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