pathways are my chum, often shows
the ray of destination, you
believe or not, though
wandering in
the dense
silvan,
life gets the address of your love, just near
the heart, indeed, it's not so matter
of tangle, but often we do not
recognize ourselves,
from that point,
an endless
thirst
begins towards the saline lake of aspires,
and the constant disorientation
makes the life miserable,
the nucleus of musk
remains in the
conscience,
the eyes
seek the illusive antelope in the mystic - -
groves !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
aquarelle - artist Elise Palmigiani.jpg
