Dilantha Gunawardana - Last Of The Mohicans

Dilantha Gunawardana - Last Of The Mohicans

A sentinel in white br Guarding a providential birth rite br Like a ferocious lioness to her den br Even as the hourglass of life seeps her sands of time br A wilting flower no butterfly settles on br A lighthouse with a crumbling edifice br That has withstood the wrath of briny winds br The rugged edifice of a Portuguese church br Emptied of her communal congregation br A gallant crusader in shining armor br With lethal blades of love and shields of honor br Plodding knee deep in soggy marshes of modernity br A man sporting a smile on his face br Walking in communes of masked intruders br With an honesty that transcends br Even the echoes of a confessional br A man with no history br Searching valiantly to be chiseled in history br To be summoned by fate br To embark on an inimitable journey br To find his own version of serendipity br At long last..........


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Uploaded: 2014-06-12

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