THE MATTER OF CHANCE - -

perhaps, your affection was 
aquarelle, very soon 
it flew away to 
evaporate,
indeed
there's nothing new in this, -
often it's happened,
raw color looks
more glossy,
but soon
the color leaves its identity,
do not know the depth
of your proclaimed
affinity, often 
which 
frequently appears before -
the vision, same face
becomes the 
illusion
in a wink, actually the known 
friends are found the 
real foe, 'cos
they know
the 
moving fish-eye, there's no -
lapse in their target, 
that's the matter 
of chance.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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