morning, your love goes
through the veins,
toward the
life, the
emotion blooms similar to the
delicate bougainvillea,
which appears
without
any sound amid the trembling
leaves, in the tired last
o'clock of night,
the drop of
your
eyes converts in the form of -
the mass light of divine
beauty, brings me
from darkness
to the
great illumination, neither sky
is there, nor the canopy
of stars, in that
cipher
land, only existed the purity -
of heart, complete
transparency !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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