Sunday, 1 February 2015

LONGER THAN THE AGE - -

Longer than the age, sometimes
the night looks more strange,
when the moonlight
becomes the
cigar
smoke, something rises from the
smoldering inner emotion,
do not know who calls
from the desolate
street, I often
wait for
you in the sapphire darkness, the
nocturnal flowers when fall,
the moonlight desires
to absorb the
fragrance
of your
love, in the remote perhaps the - -
falling star gets back the
safe haven, as usual
you remake the
nest in my
heart.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

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