everything isn't over, still, doesn't
Painting by Rod Tribiger
extinct the rainbow's colors
in the soaked sky,
yet, your love
calls
in disparate way, as the midnight
hollo of lonely gray stork,
near the cabalistic
eastern sky -
line !
you've been included into the - -
depth of soul, not possible
the separation of
aroma from
subtle
cell of emotional nucleus, it has -
indefinitely intimate effect,
alike the pricks of
peaked thorn,
after the
break
leaves a prolonged perception
of sweet pain forever - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
