Sanjaya Priyadarshana Sri Lanka

2022 ජුලි කලාපය

Sand Stone

Our meeting is doomed

When my hurly burly soul

Hugs your beds of water

You absorb my whole world

Forever

To me our company is divine

I like to be still over your shoulders

Your exhales sipped in my nostrils

I foresee my father waking in you

I burst out my little sobs over your chest

Palms of waves, drops of water soothing

Magically decay my burden of heart

Oh lover! I am a tiny sand stone sitting

You’ll wash me deep into heart

Surely dissolved one day down

On your hands
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