Cry Over Spilled Milk - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
She appeared only once
in my gloomy dreams.
Like an actress in a movie
with a singsong
she disappeared at the end.
In the life-theatre still I am sitting
until the curtain opens.
for Sandra Fowler with affectionately.....
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