The Moon
I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it's beam fell on to me
Oh, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free
Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I'll come to you
I'm waiting for the moon down by the street
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Methmi Mandara
Hi! I am Methmi Mandara. I am a Sri Lankan girl who loves English Literature. Got Primary education at Sujatha Vidyalaya, Nugegoda and currently (2021) studying at Gothami Balika Vidyalaya, Colombo 10. I hope you will enjoy reading my poems! Contact me- Email - [email protected] Instagram - methmi_mandara Twitter - Methmi Mandara
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