Some prefer fire
Her smile feels comfortable
Like a child's pastel drawing.
Another day he writes;
When I peeped into her heart
Oh! Really it's burning like a volcano.
But it's a wintry night and I cannot leave the premises.
So I decided to stay longer voluntarily.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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