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Feb 2021
Sky, why are thou angry so much?
Growling at my soul this much
I feel it's comfort as such
I put my hand to feel the touch

Pita pata rain drops to the ground
Don't care it is squared or round
A pleasant environment is what you found
A track of light I saw touching the ground

Come my dear to enjoy this
With a boat ride with me
Making sounds as pita pata hiss
Nobody enjoys as much as we
Methmi Mandara
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Methmi Mandara  14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka
(14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka)   
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