some inner pain, let be remained in
my chest, do not spilled down
some delicate droplet,
let be existed into
the eyes, the
trust of
weather is nothing, when it will turn -
around situation, who knows,
just, leave some ray of
your love, it's hard
to predict the
mood of
storm,
unexpected dark, maybe waiting in
the corner of somewhere, it's
erotomania or something
else, I do not know,
but a dim flame
burns into
the
persona, every moment, in every - -
breath, undefined possession
doesn't permit to release
you from my life - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
