A poor Christmas gift for her
She's uneasy and unwrapped.
A feather like Handkerchief
Woven by threads of love.
And she found the colorless stain on it
In the shape of a tiny heart
Like a Watermark in life.
* To my beloved spouse
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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