[May have warm words
on a cold evening,
A full Moon on a dark night, And the road downhill
All the way to your door.]-An Irish blessing for the journey
Children smile in the dreams
and I am awake stitching their uniforms.
There are movie tickets next door bachelor gave us
still underneath my pillow and my heart cries
Whether we go there or not?
Altar's oil lamp-wick moves to the wind
And I saw the faintly smile of St.Mary's face.
nimal p.dunuhinga
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