the mazarine darkness allures again !
do not look me with mysterious
desire, let the passion
reach to the
mature
point,
still the tuberose stalk is delicate, it's
so early to bear the bunch of
buds, in your hydrous
retina some
dreams
are
floating as rudderless sailor, there's
no any clue of anchor pillar !
this aimless loafing
somewhere
maybe
bring you in the deserted strand, so
do not keep the heart beneath
the unseen hanging
saber tip in
dewy
deception, it's not so easy to get the
premature fragrance - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL