those vows, which were made of glass,
so let it be broken, that was its
destiny, life doesn't stay,
for left over fellow,
time doesn't
stop for
anyone, the endless travel, and alone -
viator, that's the realism, which
says invisible or somatic,
whatever is that
source of
the inspiration, from one end to other it's
kingdom of continuous intensive
mist, the strange nodule
and night and day's
tug of war, the
available
moments are the only reality, others let
remain into the pages of future,
- SHANTANU SANYAL
before evening - painting by Thomas Kinkade
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