A Glimmer Of A Dull Flower - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
She blooms secretly in an unflappable graveyard.
And who sympathizes for the immature except a grave-digger?
She dreams of a soft heart butterfly and stagnates with the dead souls.
Who understands her soft spot, language and the soggy heart?
So-and-so, a hooligan may rest for a while.
After a nightcap, until he gets sober.
Be watchful my dear especially on curfew days.
This is the true nature of the atmosphere and we all are born to decay!
But it's immaterial; be steady my sibling.
Flowers are not asphalts for the highway limousines.
Dedication to the current rivals in the War Zone in Lebanon and bless for a peaceful negotiation as soon as possible!
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