Aging and the run away adolescence
Fading make up and vanishing lipsticks
Brought her face into reality.
Your beauty is enormous and you covered purposely that
Half of your entire journey?
You are a blossom and nobody could steal you from the garden of life.
That corner bench must be reserved for us it seems
And let's have a sit and we could chat leisurely.
Yes, I come here tomorrow again if time permits?
Time is the most precious thing I remember my brother said once.
If you don't see me around not to be frightened Madam?
Just keep in your kind memory that you have met a pilgrim by accident.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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