හවුල් ශ්‍රව්‍ය

There’s a quiet place between each breath, Where time feels close… yet untouched by death, Where thoughts don’t rush, and hearts don’t race, But linger soft in a hidden space. Not every love is meant to stay, Some pass like dusk at end of day, Yet leave behind a tender hue— A softer world… a different you. And maybe life is not the chase, Nor every loss we must erase, But learning, slowly, to be at rest— With all we’ve lost… and all that’s left. 🖤✨