Clara!
Beautiful aurora,
Adored within and without,
One,twain,three,
twofold and seven moons,
How it comes soon.
Who would have thought of
Such dutiful and peaceful las,
Sweet 'Clara s/o man',
Brought forth,
On such a bright day,
Your countenance radiant,
And soul transfigured.
Your traits surreal,
You can ask how they feel,
An extroverted self,
With whom no abyss lies,
Fathom this!
Of such who would have thought,
That a love like His,
Brought you from afar,
Would build you such grace.
On this joyful day,
And month thereof,
May God's grace,
And trait therewith,
Feel thee,
Happy birthday!
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PuisiThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
