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Your beautiful soul deserves
so much more
than my shadows
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Across  oceans wide ,
Through vineyards
And orchards
To the call of the flamenco

You will go
With your heart aflame
Looking for the perfect one
To love , to adore .

Beware of the blindness
which strikes you often
To ignore your hearts call
And the quest begins
Again !

                              From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse  Colombo.
Shroud me in your

cold unfeeling cloak ,

take me to the world

beyond the clouds,

make me into a

cold unfeeling thing

so i could roam

the green mountains

untouched by man,

faraway from hurt



                                           Collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse, Colombo
My mind says
To release you
Of my tentacles ,
But my heart says
To draw you
Even closer
And suffocate
T o death  !

                               From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse ,Colombo
Disconnect in Emotions
Kissing the feet
Of umpteen lovers
Listening to whispers
Of everlasting love.

It is the magic
Of the purple plains
Which made them
Insane
And bare their souls .

Do not be jealous
Of such closeness.
It is only
A mirage
Woven by man .

You are lucky ,
My Binara blossom
Swaying alone
In a world of beauty ,
Until your breath
Leaves you in a song ,

                               From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse ,Colombo
I couldn't help falling in love with you.

It was out of my control.

Do you think I would choose this kind of love?

Stressful and upsetting,
Lonely and sad,
Frustrating and irritating.

You honestly think I would choose this love?

Because i would.

Every single time.

Because its our love.

For every stressful and upsetting moment, there's two happy and loving moments.

Every lonely and sad moment leads to a warm embrace followed by a soft kiss.

The frustrating and infuriating moments make us appreciate when we do agree.

I would choose our love over and over again because it's passionate. It's wonderful. It's loving.

But most importantly, it's ours.

— The End —