person was the last moments
of spring or something
else, in the last
bloom too
existed
the unknown gravitation, even in - -
the wind of change, the scent
immortal, remained alive,
looked many time
the golden
framed
mirror, but couldn't get the reflection
which was once in the life, the
everlasting wait never
allowed throughout
the ages for
transient
sleep !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
ART By MARCHELLA 3
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