the descending sunlight, while going
said, the sweet sour story of
the jaded day, actually
that wasn't a
complain
just as usual a murmur, indeed in - -
the life, as we think, wouldn't
happen ! your smile has
rare glamour, but
how much -
is hidden true affection, hard to say
exact, sometimes acting looks
more genuine, yes, it's
different matter,
to know
the destiny of dream, however life -
weaves pupa of love, with
silky thread of delicate
emotion, that
endless
process fills new colors in the sky
of cumbersome evening - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
