The world accepted me
on one fine day
of September.
Now, even the word
feels like home.
It tells me that
I belong.
It tells me that I was chosen
to be born,
and life will be a breeze
if I have the will to breathe.
I will forever love these
September days.
They are mine;
I am theirs.
[September -HF]
Let me know if your birthday is in this month. Let’s celebrate together!













