Tharaka De Silva J. M.


Waiting

Winter, spring, Summer, autumn 
And again the winter has come
 I haven't see you for a long time
I'm still waiting
Just like an oak tree
Wind couldn't move me
Sun couldn't burn me
Frosty cold couldn't hurt me
Baby, I won't get fed up for you
 I'm strong like an oak tree.

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