Sachithra shriyanjalee

  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 ......

  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 .....