IN THE LAST O' CLOCK - -

every time, someone goes, 
erasing the creation of
last o'clock ! in the 
mysterious 
gloom -
eyes again searches the - - 
missing paintbrush, 
the canvas of 
life wants,
often, 
to draw the graceful feeling !
whether you stay close
or not, something
remains in
the - - 
heart, that's your shadow or
love, I do not know, but 
emotion becomes 
the aroma of 
the rare
flower, the persona moves, 
amazingly toward the
unknown trail of 
passionate
silvan, 
walks alone, in the misty - - 
way, entire night, the 
breath doesn't 
get the 
relax 
for a moment, wanders all 
the time behind your
affectionate
illusion !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Jaison Cianelli