Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

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It is your birthday. I wish you well.
In my humble soul you will always dwell.
I dried my memories, I answered my ”why”
With my silence I dot the i.

What is a birthday? Joy or a tear?
A day to wait or to hate year by year?
A day to be happy? A day to cry?
With my silence I dot the i.

My birthdays are simple and easy to pass.
I don’t count my wrinkles, I consider it crass.
I count past birthdays and I bid them goodbye.
With my silence I dot the i.

How are you dear? Did you grow old?
Amongst my thoughts I thee behold.
I’d like to caress you, to fix your tie.
With my silence I dot the i.

I know you’re lonely. I’ve planted my seeds.
You have your science. I have my deeds.
I remember you being brilliant and shy.
With my silence I dot the i.

Happy another birthday, my faraway dear,
champagne cheers from my heart also this year!
I promise to do so till the day I’ll die.
With my silence I dot the i.

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I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
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