the environs, as usual,
then invoked the
combustion
of loneliness, maybe in your -
window, still clouds are
touching the glass
surface, in
your
restless breath, perhaps, few
droplet of fragrant love is
existed, do you still
thinking for me,
or the
realization became wet floral
vase ! I know very well,
you're so bashful,
as the closed
petals of
rose,
just keeping hidden aroma in
the heart, frightened by the
soft rays of the sun,
but the natural
emotion
are
the by birth unclouded, it's so
hard to keep them under
the fog - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
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