Time just flew away,
So I write this today,
To wish you a happy,
Birthday if I may,

Snow falls outside,
Like a soft lullaby,
A line of ice,
Lines the sides of skies,

The raindrops fall,
And freeze and fly,
Through the night and land,
On the ground where they lie,

30 days late,
In a sorrowful state,
I send a greeting,
To make up for this delay,

A small poem by Bob Axell written for the 17th Birthday of Hanna

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