point, where once, you've left
my hand, indeed infidelity
sometime teaches
the art of real
survival !
that broken bridge became itself the
gondolier to cross the river, the
time feels all the wounds
itself, but credit goes
often to the
stranger,
the world's fair has its own different -
fascination, hanging on the
cipher, that's your love
or the whirligig of
uncertainty
whatever,
life tries to catch always, the floating
dreams, sometimes very close
and sometimes far away,
alike the butterflies,
beautiful, but
little bit
illusory, again life has to sign on the
compromise diary - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Painting by mary gibbs
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