nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

The Manuscript - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

It's like a braille and I touched the buttons.
Then I saw the kind Gypsy Santa
He was combing his gray beard.
' It's very delicate like a woman and handle carefully son.
Each button gets currency notes in different countries
When you press gently.'
My beloved grumbles in the morning
When I said Merry Christmas to her.
'I couldn't sleep the whole night
Because you were typing a manuscript.'

Comments about The Manuscript by nimal dunuhinga

  • (12/26/2009 3:44:00 AM)

    It would seem that Santa Claus was good to you
    at least in your wistful dream. Very vivid
    as always.

    Warm regards,

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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