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By Chaitali Sengupta


When the last shared moment dies,
against the sunset breath,
it spreads blue-loneliness
into the silent, love flushed sky.

Riding on the misty chariot of time,
it merges with eternity;
it does not waltz back,
that timeless moment ...
     while I wait, for a rebirth.

Article © Chaitali Sengupta. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-06-28
Image(s) are public domain.
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10:48:21 AM
concentrated beauty
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