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LATE BLOOMS: Sri Lanka, Easter Sunday 2019

When I had
wrapped my head
round the words
I had read,
I ran out of words.

No more words,
only tears
but that too
dried up.

All that’s left
is that deep
empty pit
called grief.

© Eric S.B. Libre
21 April 2019

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