tharindra galahena

I'Ll Wait

Sad day moves to a sad night like the painful crawl of a wounded animal.

Memories of your smile is a bright light keep me alive like a beacon
of a light house guiding a lonely ship which lost its way in a storm in a night.

Yet I feel like I cannot reach that light.

But does the poor men in the ship have a choice but to sail?
But to hope?

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