rain, perhaps, the life has
found the precious
feeling of your
love, the
morning keeps some wet memories,
petals and leaves are unfolding
the mystery of last night,
in my subconscious,
perhaps,
you were stayed whole night alike -
the desert cloud, do not know,
in which beautiful moment
you've touched my
thirsty soul,
the pleasant wind says somewhere,
very near, there's an unknown
oasis of blessing - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
richard mravic art
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