The past beats inside me like a second heart

Posted on by impossiblebebong

“I never wish to celebrate
The year of my birth,
For fear lest I wake,
By the clinking of glasses and noisy mirth,
All those who sleep in memory’s vaults.” 

― Isa Ismayilzade

Happy Birthday!

Published by impossiblebebong

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