Who is she
the one by whom world is brought to you
who wipe the adolescence in you
who knows no meet no feel
bring the life, oh only her
haven't you met Ms. seventeen?
isn't it the time for the dandelion to fly
a spoiled seed turns older
wandering her way out of a little garden
swinging around, happy within the young azure
be an adult, mon ami
the seventeenth year has stepped on you
following you the pray and love and smile we give
only for you, little dandelion
may happiness be with you
always with you
from this and ever after, please be well
“joyeux anniversaire, mon ami”
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well how is that? haha
actually this is a poem, a simple one for my friend Yuliarti Pane. today is her 17th birthday (well yesterday was the birthday, I forgot that I put this in the draft. stupid mouse) which means sweet seventeen (or whatever it's called). so this is my little present for you, my btch ! haha XP
Joyeux anniversaire, mon ami !
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