words are magic for a shy,
it creates visions of love in an island dry,
no one knows when rains do come,
its words after all and i handsome.
here is no end to words and muses,
illicit love and endless chases,
yet there is time that comes in phases,
it is time to go with tears from one with million faces.
===============UDDALAK BANERJEE
it creates visions of love in an island dry,
no one knows when rains do come,
its words after all and i handsome.
here is no end to words and muses,
illicit love and endless chases,
yet there is time that comes in phases,
it is time to go with tears from one with million faces.
===============UDDALAK BANERJEE
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