terms, the midnight rain
and wet cognition,
remain in the
depth of
sentience, a velvety feeling or
somebody has enshrouded
the jaded persona with
divine salve, by
the way last
night,
as far as, I remember, except
you nobody was so close,
perhaps, the blessed
moments have
made me
the pure spirit, now I feel the -
real beauty of a blooming
rose - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
