August 02, 2016


See how it comforts the sad things,
strokes old posts that lean against the years
clothes dead trees with a memory of leaves
and gently hides bare earth.
And it softens the sharp things,
blunts barbs, scarfs, prying eyes
muffles too-loud sounds.
Then in a wink it’s gone –
and the day shines bright and calm and clear.

-Anne Bell

දිනමිණ, වසත් සුළඟ අතිරේකය. 02.08.2016

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