Propensity

PROPENSITY Bit of gentle wind squeezed in to the mind seeking a tranquil space where you might be conceal Recollecting old memories Bitter, charming, displeased, and distressed just as beam of light blinking through the dark clouds in the dawn Your eyes sluggishly expressed love and willingness to share our lives Looking sententiously you queried about insight in my mind analyzing, bearing, confirming, discerning, to explore But your face appeared to blossom as a tender flower Your eyelashes blinking like a butterfly wings It took prolong duration to realize for me The love is a valley of tears time is a thief all those a tricky fabrication Jayaratne Weerakkody