just silently, the storm was
unexpected, came,
and in a
moment had passed too, leaving
the extensive destruction,
often in life it's also
happen,we
think
something else, and happens - -
something differ ! some
riddles have their
own glamor,
remains
buried throughout the ages into
the depth of conscience,
but shore has its
self healing
point,
gradually the wild flower creeps
up on the sand bed, and
again migratory birds
return to the
edge.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Santa Fe Artist Annie O'Brien Gonzales
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