Passing through the sun
In blue striped shirts
True that they are old
but the Sunday’s sun has rejuvenated them
After the afternoon siesta
time is becoming frozen slowly
Tasting the fragrance of the sun
I fold the blue stripped shirts after ironing to be smoothed
I’m still searching
For the blue striped shirts
Like as the one I received from you
With unswerving Blue streaks
on a white background
I sit on the moon
With a flask of wine
I can see from the distance
The earth on which
Flowers are blooming, greenish buds are sprouting
Isuru chamara somaweera
Translated by Wojith Karunanayaka
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