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  Author is died . The day my eyes  stopped  at your smile , The day my mind stopped   at your style , I recognized love ❤ So don't write outside that rule ,  after the moon goes down . Why  parables are of the greatest lovers in history for us? Why romantic celebration of love for us ? Let it be know that the spring is over .....  But don't erase the memories left in  my heart about  my moon  But tell to the every birds ....... Love is born in my heart like the stars in the endless sky .... Tell her to go move on  the  hopes  Don't say anything else Some day my moon will know  That my heart is an empty sky f ull of mucus ......
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  Blown away to the wind...... When the wind has come , even kissing lot of flower  petals  Why is it so sad to lose one flower ? Even If the stars come to me from  the sky , The day the moon didn't come Now I have only these  teardrops. So.... what else can give? Tears are falling with every poem donated to get you. I can only say that . "I met you" Poems are not strong  enough  to say that ..... You are separated .....
Childhood  Windy's whole life was rushted to the garage. Kandula was died being  caught in the power line. Mina is very old now  she can't walk Nisar can't hear both ears He is also old now Remember Roy? We don't even know what  happened to him. I don't even remember your  face.There were a lot of child like that. I haven't seen you in a long time  I remember, At primary school you cried a lot. Remember the nataraja pencil ? Now He was old too Aunt monika ? She died a few days after you left. I can't jump from branch  to branch now  I'm too old. Come and go if you can... Taking the eraser and nataraja pencil  On top of the usual desk with the name written on it I would love to see you  at least once. I am pancha....    
 I  AM  THE  DESIGNER   OF  MY  LIFE   I was born on during  the sinhala & tamil new year festival.Mom says I was fat when I was little. four years passed With my family in the same way.I went to preschool for two years.My preschool name is Dehiwaththa samidul preschoolπŸ₯ΊπŸ€—πŸ˜Š❤️✊....... I went to the village  school from grade one to five.I wrote my scholarship examination in here.In grade six,I went to a new school to kandy.Kandy life added a lot of experiences and sweet memories to my life.😍😍 I stayed in the school  hostel with my friends and matrons.I studied in that school from grade six to eleven.I think those were the most beautiful days in my life.That most beautiful time of my life was spent with many kind of friends form every part of sri lanka.πŸ₯ΊπŸ€—✊❤️ After my ordinary level  examination,I back to the home.I did six months course in national youth corps muthur.To my advanced level I went to the Agrabhodhi co...
So noriko is still  waiting .......... kabuki is still here Coffee  halls are still  exist Sakura flowers are still  blooming ... devondara....? I'm still  looking  at  kabuki dance here Look  at here , This coffee  is still   hot  ...... The author  has been dead for a long time So ..... I don't  want to the author  now The author  didn't  allow to  him to go with me I want to go now without  the author   kabuki is still  here Coffee  halls are still  exist  Sakura flowers  are still   blooming  Devondara.......? He and I will not die of that writing  ....... He  is still  breathing in my heart  .... I still feel close to him Like a readers   I am  your lovely noriko I want to change our ending  So  I'm still  waiting ..... Please come again  my life.....
   I am the only boy in this house   ... I am a Banty Balumulla. I got my sure name because i sleep in the corner of my little sister's room . There are three  kids in this house . But  none of them really have dad's last name. So will give  me dad's  last  name?πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚  ....... If so I would be Banty Wijerathna.😁🀩 Dad picked   me up from the road. even  so ,  I don't   want to tell it others πŸ™πŸ˜¬πŸ€« πŸ₯Ί.  Some time I annoying  my little  sister.One day I  was running  on the back of dad's  bicycle  until  dad left  my little  sister  came running   & picked  me upπŸ˜‚πŸ€­. When I came to this house  there was another sister here just like me.Her name is Rani. Some  time mom call her Rani MukarjiπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€­. I think it's a name my mother  give her. Sister  was black  than meπŸ˜‚.She 's not going  to walk in to other hou...
Haven't   any    space πŸ–€ Although many  love  poems   have  been  written It's feel  like a subtle pain How can there never  be such heart breaking  events? But I know how you feel about  me Any way .... I am not a princess  of  cinderella , In your love story  We both know it is still  raining  at some  time Non of us can stop  it  & I don't  want  to stop  this raining  But I know   definitely I have  to stop  So ......   I will  stop  But  I  will  never  forget  from my heart It  is  still  raining