nothing remains eternal, then why
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the thirst of centuries, what's
this yearning of day
and night,
neither
the castle nor the multicolored - -
glasshouse will be abiding,
do not know why, the
riddance is so
hard from
the illusive dreams, it's your vibe
profound or my cognition
of card house, all
together little
matted,
amid us is the transparent wall -
or the leasing inanity, the
spread hands often
returns with
nothing,
but somewhere an invisible bond
holds the soul, that's maybe
your love or my body
doesn't accept
the defeat,
every
breath searches the drop of bliss,
it's esoteric, how to know,
in which axis your
consent is
existed,
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
