Category : Poems

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Darkness is slayed wherever you're light is born,
and sadness ceases to exist in the presence of your joy;
your smile could trip a fly, outshine the burning sun, or let penguins go airborne;
It's sweater than the sugar that the ants annoy. 

I feel your encouragements  following me around like my shadow, 
and your commands still burst my head like stones; 
and, when we're not hanging together, your feet still meander about my mind like a child walking the Antelope meadow.
You give me strength like bones. 

A second without you feels like decades, hours feel like centuries, and days feel like a million life times;
you were specially put together like a poem of completely beautiful rhymes. 

Before the clock strikes twelve tonight like a soccer ball, I hope you'll fall asleep  in the perfect arms of peace.

Happy Birthday to you, Britannia. I know you didn't expect it coming from me. Hope you enjoy your day. It's yours. Have every crumb of it.