on those trembling waves, somewhere
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flowing the paper boat, or the -
nervous emotion seeks
the floating edge,
your keen
look
goes into the bottomless depth, it's - - -
so difficult to guess the accent
of silent script, which
often appears
in your
face, breath hangs in the tip of delicate
leafy lips, what's that gravitation,
even willingly I couldn't
detach myself
from
your exotic snare, the sweet suffocation
has its own glamorous meaning !
not easy always to define
that realization in
web of
words, that's matter of cognition, feeling
by heart - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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