anomalous moment sometimes leaves
some touching sensation, the life
remains laying on the wide
swath, however the
persona tries
till the
last minute to get back the loth spring,-
often I think about the depth of
your eyes, the mirage or
labyrinth, do not
know what's
exactly
that, sentience returns after wondering
the rugged valley, deranged
river, color shifting sky,
or the smolder
sealine,
it's hard to understand what's hidden
in your heart, and what's flowing
from light of your eyes,
just life goes
through
the multi twist of your silky affection !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
June Dudley Fine Art Paintings
