last o'clock, I've woken up,
indeed, some dreams
are very near to
our heart,
and
a person does not want to lose
it, but you know, dreams
are only dreams,
aglimmer
wing
of fickle butterfly, there shouldn't
be regret to break, that's a
part of life, whatever
remains on the
palm that's
special,
it maybe a droplet of dew or a
piece of morning ray, we
should know the
art of ever -
green
smile, and nature teaches that
beautifully - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
flower pot
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