This poem dedicated to the one of my friends call Rayan (Alex)


mysterious life at bay of bitter

He is very kind and he has come far to see his dream
But his fortune cannot defend him to his desire
The goal of his life
The goal of his dream
The taste of his desire
Now at bay of bitter
We couldn't help him
We are helpless...
Still he loves her
Still he is dreaming about her
He still see her as an angel of his dreams
Wasting his own life time
Suffering...
Confusing...
Frustrating...
Lonely...
Dishearten...
Ignoring...
After looking...
Having been his own dream
We, I see how the man of fate...is
He still loves dirt...
He still loves his dreams
He still love his girl of angel
Trying to discourage him
Trying to tell not go for afterwards
But we couldn't
He says.....
I still love dirt on her
Finally...
We, I said...
He is the friend who is having
Mysterious life...

By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright,O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna . 2008
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2008




Poetry by Palitha Ariyarathna
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Written on 2008-12-23 at 11:17

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