September 14, 2016

නුඹ ගිය පසු




























Little Words

When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,
Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;
And I can only stare, and shape my grief
In little words.

I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown
The bitter woe that racks my cords apart.
The weary pen that sets my sorrow down
Feeds at my heart.

There is no mercy in the shifting year,
No beauty wraps me tenderly about.
I turn to little words- so you, my dear,
Can spell them out.

— Dorothy Parker

දිනමිණ, වසත් සුළඟ- 13/09/2016 




3 comments:

  1. අපූරුයි.

    ජයවේවා!!!

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  2. හීන දකින්නී, දුමින්ද- ස්තුතියි!

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