Same height, same size, same shape
& same face
The Mirror,
Who is inside you?
You just look like me…
Are we same?
I’m standing, you’re also standing
I shake my hand, you do the same thing
I’m smiling & you’re smiling too
But…
To whom do you smile?
To that girl
Oh! God, I was delighted
How nice she looks…
Like a summer... in a winter
How sad,
I can’t talk to her… I can’t touch her…
Hey man, try to talk with her…
by amith chinthaka
March 23rd 2011
වස්සානයක පියසටහන්
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