The Day Poem by Lev Brekhman

The Day



They wish me 'Happy Birthday',
But I'm already born.
For love, I am always thirsty,
By love asunder torn.
All full of their wishes,
I stay an unhappy soul.
Life quickly abolishes,
The 'ego's' shaky wall.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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