Sunday, 10 March 2013

IN THE MYSTIC GROVES - -

nobody is the actual primate, impassable -
pathways are my chum, often shows 
the ray of destination, you 
believe or not, though
wandering in 
the dense 
silvan, 
life gets the address of your love, just near 
the heart, indeed, it's not so matter 
of tangle, but often we do not 
recognize ourselves, 
from that point,
an endless
thirst
begins towards the saline lake of aspires,
and the constant disorientation 
makes the life miserable,
the nucleus of musk 
remains in the
conscience,
the eyes
seek the illusive antelope in the mystic - - 
groves !
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-  SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
aquarelle  - artist Elise Palmigiani.jpg