THE FRAGRANT MORNING 

how the night is gone, either heart knows

or the silent moonlight, the stubborn

dreams were sitting on the

threshold, with a lot of

complaints, it was

a strange vigil

last night,

ofcourse, stars lit the blue flame on the

sky, but the light was dull, lifeless

were all the celestial beauty;

with the great difficulty,

the slumber had

touched to 

my eyes,

maybe, in your planet, previous night - -

was the fair of fragrance, so far 

in your body, isn't  located 

beauty of blooming

vale, whose 

shadow

touched your conscience, that still you've 

the drowsiness of love fragrance - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Sara Qualey Paintings
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