Grimace of a delicacy
When he strums her heart strings,
The changeable expressions you can see on her face.
Once it's very painful and amusing too.
This rare fragile creature was not Rough clay,
It's really a precious soul but not a toy?
You please handle with a care!
You have to be more careful when the breakage occurs.
A piece of a broken heart is sharper than a razor.
To the rare nocturnal flowers
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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