You my unforgotten one, are not unforgiven. Because I often dream of you, and you turn into other people in my dreams, just as other people have turned into you in reality. You, who I turned to and laughed with and sang in the hall where voices always echoed.
Cinnamon tea and honey on toast don't taste the same anymore. Happy birthday.
2 comments:
indeed. a very happy birthday to the one that caused such an impact. here's to many such years of changing lives.
living change, changing lives :)
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