in the skyline, at last the
night has said 'good
bye ' the generous
sky poured out
all the
saved flare, however, it's hard
to analyze the inner gloom,
the nomadic dreams
have their own
attraction,
often
the life desires to absorb the -
celestial beauty into the
heart, do not know
how much is
reality in
the
lambently faces, but, I love to -
see them illumined, alike
the innocent face of
a child, or the
blooming
flowers
in the first ray of sun, opening
the petals slowly - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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