aspire to chase the transparent
dragonfly, which is sitting
boldly, on the tip of
lotus bud, you
still want
to run
behind the flock of butterfly, and
that lively perception never
makes you senile, in
your eyes, still
there's the
floating
passion of infancy, your emotion
is paper wind spinner, moves
in the gentle wind, you're
still the hawker of
dream,I often
wait for
you in the last o'clock of night, life,
I love you in every situation.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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