A dreamer's Peninsula

I dreamed on and off few days ago
A passing cloud, honey and salt
Bees and Oceans,
And it seemed to be a fine combination.
My beloved grumbled 'Anyway, it's an omen dear; Who knows whether it's good or bad? '
'Yes darling, there is no any doubt that the passing cloud denotes my dark floating mind,
Bees give honey and oceans provide unlimited salt, isn't it?
But who brings us the evaporating happiness to our desperate shrinking hearts? '

* To my dearest pet-son 'Marco', Your pen-pusher father says so sorry as you skipped lot of scanty meals and suffered with us in your shaky kennel during our hard times.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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