profound, gradually little
cloudy too, the sky
has as usual
mystic
mood, once again the waiting
moment appealing the
rare glamour of
your look,
the
swarm of moths again started
the game of fire ring, do
not know, where it
will reach, the
path
of passion taking us towards -
the unknown destination,
everywhere there's
a foggy vale,
the
heart desires one only night's
refuge beneath your
sleepy eyelash.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
