Well here we are, a year
past- time has bled
Once again 'tis your day,
Anna B. Liv-
Different yet all the
same. What can be said
for peace and progress- what
does a year give?
Unfortunately all things
are not good
And this one night of the
year marks again
whence the leering visage
of finals stood
trying to barricade
beauty and zen
But your 21st, it can't
be suppressed
You my darling, you shall
celebrate to
Soul's invigorating intoxicating zest
Wishing a beautiful day,
babes, to you.
And the most colorful,
magical year
To the girl with the
words and the sad smile
perpetually dancing on mountaintops
clear
Writing world's eulogy on
bittersweet isle
She's poetry herself in
brilliant flight
Spreads beating wings to our bright universe
In perfect harmony she tells
of the fight
The turvy-topsy tale of
life; our gift, our curse.
She spreads happiness
over golden lands
I love you- always-
we need some adventure,
take hold my hand.
<3
p.s.
Would it be too much of an ambition
to make the birthday sonnet a tradition? ;)
