nimal dunuhinga - Cinderella

PoemHunter.com 2014-06-12

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Descend from the foothill and don't you feel the humidity?
Dew drops scattered all over the meadow as pearls.
Give me your hand; hand-in-hand we can pick them before the sun rise.
The flowers forget-me-knots

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