in the fragrance of cestrum -
nocturnum, when, the
night becomes
more and
more
elusive, some dreams unseen - -
appears in your eyes, and
the persona becomes
little bit loopy, on
those velvety
moment,
the
life desires to scatter in the arms
of someone, when, the jasmine
falls one by one on the lap
of earth, the heart
weaves the
beauty
of
fascination, inside the cocoon of
love, the silky emotion wants
to burst with hundreds
color of butterfly
wings !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
