Propensity
PROPENSITY
Bit of gentle wind
squeezed in to the mind
seeking a tranquil space
where you might be conceal
Recollecting old memories
Bitter, charming, displeased, and distressed
just as beam of light blinking
through the dark clouds
in the dawn
Your eyes sluggishly expressed
love and willingness to share
our lives
Looking sententiously
you queried about insight in my mind
analyzing, bearing, confirming, discerning, to explore
But your face appeared to
blossom as a tender flower
Your eyelashes
blinking like a butterfly wings
It took prolong duration
to realize for me
The love is a valley of tears
time is a thief
all those a tricky fabrication
Jayaratne Weerakkody
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