ඇතැම් දිනවල

Sometimes I grow
so tired of speaking
my emotions to you.
I open my mouth
and dust spills out
instead of feelings.
Dust, and the yellow
wings of moths,
and brittle paper,
scrawled over
with riddles that
lack solutions.

―Gabriel Gadfly

දිනමිණ, වසත් සුළඟ- 25/10/2016