Not knowing when knocked the
first ray of morning, the
terrace roses were
smiling with
as usual
charm,
night has passed leaving some
sweet and sour mark, now
persona revealed
out from the
mist of
dream, everything has its own
importance, living or
glassy ! the tour
of life should
not stop,
no matter how many times, the
dreams have been broken,
at every stage exists
somewhat new
possibility,
sooner
or later the life can touch the - -
desired milestone - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of Nora Kasten
first ray of morning, the
terrace roses were
smiling with
as usual
charm,
night has passed leaving some
sweet and sour mark, now
persona revealed
out from the
mist of
dream, everything has its own
importance, living or
glassy ! the tour
of life should
not stop,
no matter how many times, the
dreams have been broken,
at every stage exists
somewhat new
possibility,
sooner
or later the life can touch the - -
desired milestone - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of Nora Kasten
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