however, the life never leaves the hope,
and wipes out times to time, dust
of despair, on that narrow -
streak, often your love
flickers with new
dream of last
o' clock,
believe me, the persona comes back from - -
dark caves of the nightmare, in the end
of barnacle travel, the soul gets rest
in your breath of affinity, tho' it's
indelible truth, that nobody
waits for a person who
remains behind of
the caravan,
often
that alone traveler has to find out the address -
of the morning - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
