Who suture her heart?
It was torn apart.
When I met her
She was smell of liquor.
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The opening of this is outstanding Nimal, one of the best I have come across. There is a lovely balance in this; not only the actors of the narrative but the balance of morality. This is, indeed, one of the bestpieces that I have read of yours. That is saying something.
Two ships that pass in the night? A very sad poem, Nimal. Sandra
Two lost souls offering succor to one another in a sad and sorry world. I agree with Denis Joe about the first few lines. Exceptional poem from an exceptional poet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥