Do not be sad, Sri Lanka, Ceylon

I wonder if I come back again to be all that?

But if it's in me, then, that world will be different.

Hence the sun that rises here will fall there into the sunset.

Ocean, which is singing, there will be a lake bed.

Instead of palm trees whisper pine, rowan wink at a bush.

Do not be sad, Sri Lanka, Ceylon.

Wait for me and I'll be back!



7.09.10. Bentota. Sri Lanka.


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