MARCH 2015- Autumn
Seemingly, the precious pieces of my heart
have been scattered.
When I needed to cry
I’m trying to wreathed smiles on my face.
Autumn arrived and stand on her paw
What was the thing that I was looking for ?
While some newest thing still at the fore
How can I welcome so, and the more
Whistling winds sway all the way
Blown the leaves far faraway
So sweet lullaby breezing away
The empty cradle weeping and smiles are at bay
Mallika Bandara
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