On my Birthday - POEM 18

‎On my Birthday,

‎The snow fell,

‎The tree withered.


‎Is this for good?

‎Or for bad?


‎On my birthday,

‎The omen was undecided,

‎Leaving a faint trace of doubt.


‎On my birthday,

‎A warrior was born,

‎But also a saintess,

‎And something even more.


‎Who can find out the meaning of this,

‎Good for some, is evil for others,

‎While bad for some, is good for others.


‎Let this child decide her faith then.


‎And let the rest be left to faith.

-----> Nabila / Queen Beela

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