again, there's rising the clouds
of fog, again something
is lacking in the
life, perhaps
your
love, somewhere shows the - -
dream of spring, tho'
the autumn is
standing
on - -
the threshold, amid the sorrow
and happiness, a thin
streak always
existed
and
that brings the life toward the - -
beautiful dawn - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Autumn Landscape Oil Painting by Marina Petro
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the season does not stop, someone
waits or not, it's not make any
difference, the sun shade
emerges as usual
in the vale,
flowers
bloom, butterflies moves in search -
of nectar, you open the window,
or not, the light arrives in
all situation from
the vents, the
life has
commitments not only with self and
that's feeling makes unceasing
faith in the love, again
someone erases
the name
which was written on the sand, once
again life moves toward the
midstream in search of
new experience,
as usual
the restless shore waits for the next
tidal waves - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
beyond the window
