Dhammika Hettiarachchi

The Ancient Moon (Puranaye sanda)

PrincessPrince… the ancient moon has returned tonight,Carrying its cool light to the heavens above.I knew you were coming,For your fragrance mingled with the blossoms’ breath. PrincePrincess… I am heir to the royal crown,Yet I cast it aside for you—You, who gather Asoka flowersIn the silent grove of love. PrincessPrince… the ancient monsoon still falls,Pouring its…

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Images born in the eyes (Dese Roo)

The images born in the eyes are but illusions—Yes… fleeting illusions.Yet not all images vanish like shadows;Some remain, eternal and true.They are the images bound to the heart. Images that stir the heart, weaving bonds of love,Images that enchant with wonder,These are the ones that forever conquer the soul. Images carried upon the fragrance of…

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