Deva De Silva Poems

A lean black horse
Dressed in red
Turns its head crossly
Towards its itchy rear
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You are sent my way, a gift from far away
Where unknown forces, amaze me ceaseless.
Many reasons explain why you feel like home.
This exquisite being, closest to my heart,
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Laying awake at night
Your hand resting on my skin
Your breath fanning on my face
Savoring your being
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[Written and sung to the beat of 'Kiss' by Prince]


You don't have to be rich to be my girl
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Be gone indifference!
Be gone pessimism!
Be gone mediocre!
Be gone self-doubt!
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A mountain hovers coyly,
Veiled by brittle grasses
From where I lay.
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