A flower grows through the snow,
A flower burns, when the sun will go.
Your smilling face and the open mind,
I love this closness – the intimate flight.
We all are searching for the others hearts,
We need nothing, exept feeling the love.
I give you my honor, this is my present,
I'm happy your birth was actually happened.
A new life and the geatest journey,
I wish you feel always this wonderful flowing.
For Ann
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