WORDS PAMODHI KAPUKOTUWA
The friend for the Saint and the Sinner.
They hold our deepest secrets. Yet, they tell no one.
When they look down from above, they see all the tears of heartache, of grief, of fear yet they offer no hand nor wipe the tears off.
They see killers, cold-blooded killers and thieves; Thugs who rule the night. Hurting people, destroying everything. But, they don’t stop it.
They see dreamers looking at them. Sharing a glass of wine with the man on the moon. The dreamers who find solitude in the darkness. They listen to the stories that the dreamers have to say.
Without any comments, They listen and they never share.
They see people falling in love,
they see people fall out of love,
They see people who are happy and in love,
and people who pretend to know what love looks like.
They judge no one,
They simply observe, listen and they disappear
when the sun takes over.
As if nothing happened,
And they come again and
be your friend in the night.
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