amid the real and fake, the calibration was
with a slight touch of breeze fallen down - -
art by Alice Saltiel-Marshall
difficult, flavin of their affection often
confused the conscience, the
selection faded very
quickly, cursing
the fate
wasn't the solution, hence life again signed
the letter of treaty, several times we
haven't crypto-lane, escaping
wasn't easy, so no other
way to accept
the fact,
in that corner where once I've lost my heart,
maybe still, there's a tree of bare
twigs, looking towards the
a glimpse of spring,
or a vase of
raw clay,
with a slight touch of breeze fallen down - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/art by Alice Saltiel-Marshall
