the deadly silence of the night, far stretched
moonlight, sweet scented breath, and
you're so close to the soul, in
such moment if, fortitude
crosses the ethical
line, do not
blame
me,
just now asleep sentiment has changed the
direction, without foreboding the storm,
doesn't know the passing map !
nobody knows the future -
prediction, let me
to think for a
while -
that, I'll touch or not the igneous mirage, in - -
your smoldering lips, some felo-de-se -
desires are emerging with the
mysterious appeal - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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