in your emotion, let them
disperse in natural
way, the dawn
is knocking
the door
with
soft adulation, just forget the tale
of night, dreams were made
for break alike the glass
vase, the first ray
of sun remind
us there's
still
potential of blooming season the
nature's museum never
closes its door - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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