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
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
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