fresh tiff, some mysterious
smile, some common
pains, that's the
beauty of
life,
the silent mirror existed in its -
place since many decades,
however, reflections
know all the
secrets,
you're the same, where's the
change in me, everything
is as usual, just a few
folds are emerged
in the face, but
nothing
is changed in the heart, it still
beats for you, you're still
so beautiful in my
eyes, alike the
fresh
bloomed rose in the mist of -
winter morning !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
