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White Christmas

Nirvana

By Dinesha PereraPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

It was cold and windy

I was alone in the plane

The trees covered with fallen snow, and

The foggy wind

made the scenario worse

I have miles to go

To reach my destination.

Where everything turns to nothing and

Everyone turns to no one

I have the courage ,

But snow is heavy

The fog is overwhelming

With bone cracking coldness

Can I reach there?

I asked from me

Thousand times.

Poetry

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Dinesha Perera

I am a poet who is interested in in-depth feelings of the humanity.

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    Written by Dinesha Perera