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She unfolds a parcel front,
Lies inside slices of bread,
From which she keeps a side two,
She eats, pleasant smile decorates her,
After seeing a flock of Pigeons,
Different coloured, shapes and forms,
Seeing they wonder around, their hunger,
Her kindness, decides to change their lives too,
She feeds them, little by little,
Overjoyed by food,
Her qualities make pigeons fly,
Showing their gratitude that they owe her for what they are.
Tyrrell Sepaladahanayake
Eyes resting on his eyes,
Yet at the same time trying to explore around them
Playing with his eyes,
Letting him know that her love is forever
Her skin glows,
Which I think that the thoughts of their love might be the reason
Face of an angel she shows,
Telling him that she is happy, she being loved.
Her hands run through his hands and body,
Closely making him feel warmth
They are in their own world,
Speaking the language of people who are insanely in love
For me being one I do crave,
Crave of thoughts being confused,
Confused of not having feelings of warmth or cold,
Or not having to share them.
I envy them for I think they enjoy.
I do envy thinking that they feel alright
You are here, yet I see you have not noticed,
These thoughts make me feel alone.
Leaning on my shoulder here you are,
Seeking warmth thinking of our future what will it be
For I remember last, I was sad and I did lean on to you.
A man who was on a search in thirst
Man who was on a desert dried up by the sun.
Secret discussion of lovers,
I who am confused dominated by my mind
Mind was telling me I am right, lovers did win.
Soon my eyes did comfort me,
I now see two warlords who stand their grounds
Refusing to give in,
Once who were lovers are now at fight,
Fight of words which stopped when the weaker began to weep.
I recall what gestures I saw,
I do recall how they loved each other.
Now it is all fake faces do show,
So do everyone believe…
It is all fake for my mind do accept now.
Mind recalls of a man who was on a search in thirst,
A man who was on a desert for a long without a drop of rain
This has been a mirage,
Mirage of lies and deceit for I remember last,
You were the rain, for a man who was on a search
You were the rain,
Which I held on to when I was dried up by the sun…
He aims well, joy of beating his opponent can be seen from his face. Although the end is not near his face shows the victory he is about to gain.
First meeting was a bit strange, although have seen him in few occasions perception he was trying to create was a bit different. Both of us had cigarettes in our hand one common fact I would say we both had which I strongly admit that it is a bad habit which I carried from recent days. We both were lost trying to find a method of lighting them; I carried neither a match box nor a lighter. The small attempt which we made to find a lighter was enough for both of us to be comfortable with each other.
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