with some promiscuous dream, evening
emerging dream - - no idea about painter
knocking the door, the weary life
becomes again childish
emotion, wants to
play with the
glassy
toys, let it break repeatedly by destiny - -
your love doesn't permit me to
touch the harsh reality,
every moment
becomes
the
flow of celestial beauty, why not, think -
some other day, about all the
fluctuation, this moment
says in your eyes,
existed the
world
of resuscitation, let me to search a life
beneath your bowery eyes - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
emerging dream - - no idea about painter
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