How sweet is
for you and who do you turn this around
birthday speechless
in which love can not sing the sweet
would like to praise the heart
now that the hours
through the cold winter
the feeling they tried to sleep
believing that affection is just a dead branch.
Remember, Elisa, when the essence of your child
was more awake and beauty and you
were only window open
whole life? But now
that time the door slammed in your face do not let the wisdom
yet again that the disordered events
smorzino the warmth of the smile.
Affects
sometimes lose some force
illusion that those who believe in pieces reduces
but the fact remains that
forever remain true. Happy Birthday Elisa
to you and who you follow suit.
tiziana Mignosa
twenty-five January duemilaundici
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