in that soft - burning ember, something
art by jean beolan
still remained beneath the cinder,
the love wasn't the camphor,
it's the endless unseen
flame, smolders
into the
depth of inner, season passed, color
of sky changed, flowers bloomed
and withered, but emotion
never dried, it existed
in the edge of
hydrous
eyes, waiting for new dreams,on the
surface of love, always existed
the crystal of infinite dew !
your affection tied
the pulsation,
in the
swirl of passion, even, willingly it's
so hard to escape from the
ring of fire - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/art by jean beolan