Sunset - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
It's very unbearable the sorrow,
When you think of the day,
That you have to leave the Inn.
On the way when I meet my old friends,
I feel like in my class room of the old school.
She sings a lullaby to her grand daughter.
I lost her on my journey.
When she smiles from the balcony,
It seems like an invitation to a new life?
Oh! This is a miracle.
The body decays gradually and the passion becomes young?
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