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Aug 2017
Your eyes are the sweetest kiss of all
Your smiles are the brightest list of small
sweet thing, that keep me singing
And stringing musicals out in the rain

It's the kiss in the touch of your hand
In the cookies burned in the baking pan
crying one batch went bad
But I see you're not sad over coffee and cards

You're the gasoline to my spark
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied -high on our fate

You remember the words I forgot
That December my heart was in knots
that it tied down the three words
I'd known you deserved but you let it go

I remember the letters I burned
The tear etched pages I turned
Around into long-winded prose
For my long distance hopes in your arms

You're the scene to my art
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied - high on our fate.
Nilan Gerald Handunge
Written by
Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
(Sri Lanka)   
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   Keith Wilson
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