From that diverticula again the
dream rises where the sun
was sunk, the mysterious
night and the hoop
of dreams, quite
so fills the
new
possibilities in life, midnight
and the fragmented
fragrance of
jasmine
invite
the hangover! somewhere the
inner beauty gradually,
outbreaks the
sleeping
emotions, and the persona - - -
becomes subjugated by
someone who is
existed in the
depth of
heart.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
