Happy Avenue In Thorn Street Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Happy Avenue In Thorn Street
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The hunchback old beggar who taps the earth with his knotty walking stick and he smiles.
His toothless innocent smile resembles an infant.
'Papa is you talking to someone? '
'Yes my son, each pebble has its own dialect and query the same question.
Does the learned man overthrow the death? '
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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5/6/2024 12:42:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very touching. I love the thought of each pebble having its own dialect. I am happy to know that Siluna is happy and safe. Be well, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra