It lapses me and I changed my course.
The beginning is very courteous.
We floated in the sky.
Her cooing like a turtle dove and she winks like an angel.
In the dark sky all of a sudden a thunderous storm came
And she changed her attitudes.
With the lightning I have fallen to the earth like a shooting star.
Now I realized my shortcoming as the star always belongs to the sky.
(Once in my adolescence I loved an actress and it's not really a dream)
I dedicate this poem to my poetess friend Sandra. Fowler
I believe there is a very wise meaning behind this story of yours Nimal did you read my article yet? do you understand it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel honored that you would wish to dedicate this exceptional poem to me. It is eloquent and very wise. An unknown writer once said, 'Good friends are like stars...you don't always see them but you know they are there'. Thank you for always being there for my poetry. It is my pleasure to always be there for yours. Warm regards, Sandra