Pure Woman Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Pure Woman

Rating: 5.0


Sometimes when I pass the dressing shop
in between the barber's and butcher's junk
a bride in a show case lean and beautiful
smiles at all and never cries
never speaks and sleeps.
A bouquet in her hand
the flowers that never withers
and a clear white lace she wears
that will never fade.

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nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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