the facsimile in your eyes is so familiar,
often I met with him in mirror, that
image somewhere similar
to me, or it's the
deception
of
sight, I do not know, but the heart says
that replica is authentic, on the
edge of trembling lips my
breath is existed as
echo of spring
brings
the
news of blooming love, you believe or
not, a silent storm, with beautiful
feeling, approaching to the
life - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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