It's my twenth birthday,
With a beautiful day,
I went to lay,
But someone started to say.
His voice was not clear,
He has some fear,
Seems came far from tear,
And worst that he wear.
I ignored and focused on day,
With some lazy and lay,
It seems to perfect to say,
I'm walking on world's beautiful way.
I waited long to see,
But no-one came to me,
It seems a surprise to me,
But It was glee.
I waited for hours,
And taken two showers,
I think it's a war,
But who's ours?
Waiting, Waiting and Waiting,
The day pasted,
And I washed!
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PoetryA Poetry Collection, It's made to define life in words and feeling with some morals!
