to my cyber friend! As words must be our medium, a poem, Perhaps, may best my birthday wishes send, Poems being inner portraits out on loan. Yet I would be a landscape in the mountains, Bright sun battering an empty sky, Immense rock faces answering all questions, Resolving all in what instead of why. To you instead I send a humble hope Hedged with roses swaying in the wind, Diminutive in eloquence and scope, A wish for one day beautiful and kind, Yet with all my wistful heart and mind.
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