Shunning the sun
Waiting for night to prosper
Blossom opening
Velvet darkness descending
Upon dark petals
Thorns turning outward
Ready to draw
The wine of life
From those who
Would suppress it
Or crush it under foot.
It remembers.
There will be no mercy.
N-ko-ra returns
Nishan Shanaka Korala Gamage
Writes to
Spontaneous Combustion
From Srilanka
