November 21, 2019

වසන්තය




Spring by Linda Pastan

 

Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.


 
මව්බිම පුවත්පත යං අතිරේකය 19.11.2019



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