Under The Pine Tree Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Under The Pine Tree



The pine cones dropped from the tree
A pauper picked one and murmured,
'This dry scaly fruit birds don't like.
We have some similarities but you are cone shaped
And I am a shapeless schmuck.'

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nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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