morning, some bunch of wild
flowers, and the enigmatic
book of life, some half
burn candlestick,
and the -
sleepy
chandelier, some unseen fingerprint
and surging storms on the chest,
some familiar fragrances in the
breath, and the scattered
pieces of goblets!
emerging the
endless
fume
in the heart of blue mountains, you're
gradually dominating my persona
as the vine of passion flower
captures the soul of
midnight, and
makes
the darkness more beautiful, more - -
ebrious ever - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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