of moonlight, a painful call of the
nightbird, and circle of the
dream, under the high
heeled trees, the
heart desires
to love
you,
as a dark cloud often passes in the -
midnight, just touching the canopy
of summer forest, when the
night changes its sides
with lemony scent
of wild jasmine,
the flaming
persona
rests
in your innermost emotion as pearls
sleep inside the oyster with the
silken dream of rare beauty.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
