Her chuckle pelts my soul

It lapses me and I changed my course.
The beginning is very courteous.
We floated in the sky.
Her cooing like a turtle dove and she winks like an angel.
In the dark sky all of a sudden a thunderous storm came
And she changed her attitudes.
With the lightning I have fallen to the earth like a shooting star.
Now I realized my shortcoming as the star always belongs to the sky.
(Once in my adolescence I loved an actress and it's not really a dream)

I dedicate this poem to my poetess friend Sandra. Fowler

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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