THE DEAL OF SWEET PAIN
it was better, that do not ever loved;
loneliness was not so much
prussic; a loafing; a
cool wandering;
sometimes
the
desert and, sometimes among the
clouds; reckless life, rugged
path; a big smile after
stumbling, the
moments
were just like obstinate kid, every
time capriole, running after
the butterflies, innocent
emotion had no
realization
of any
tedium, life was the intense smell
of wild flowers, flirting with
seasonal colors of sky,
no promises; nor
the discomfort
to meet
someone, the deal of sweet pain has
snatched all the liberty - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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painting by MICHAEL NAPLES - Wild Flowershttp://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/