My white dress has the spots of red wine
Tart and dry. Very nice. Local Serbian.
It looks like miracle, all my lifeline,
But it’s real. The only, not several.
Pour the wine until edge into glass
Celebrate Happy Birthday and Day of Death
You know what, my dear, alas…
Born one day, we will die. Such a mess
In our lives, in our thoughts, in our minds
But it doesn’t matter. Yes, really:
Giving birth’s like committing a crime:
Everybody will die, even you and me.
And the flashing new moon in the sky
Just reminds me that everything’s temporal…
Yes, it’s true: everybody will die,
Youth and beauty are fading. It’s natural.
Until edge
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