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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