Poem Hunter
ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)


Poem By Alex Aamoth

Softness of a passing cloud,
the charm of the Moon,
rays from the Sun
and haunt in a thick jungle
all of a sudden they peeped into my heart.
Simultaneously some rare feeling born.
In the starry night,
my heart is very warm
and I care always not to get melt.
My beloved Eavesdropper!
are you searching that charisma?

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