kalpuruss Jnu

Rookie (20th june 1989 / Bangladesh)

Love

The sky of afternoon still has become blue.
At any glad day of prior much century.
Remembrance comes to mine mind.
By touching the northern sacred wind.
On that day was such afternoon too.
The sky was such dark blue.
Soundless fatigue out with flying was in wings of blue eyes birds.
And was your secrecy feeling in my profound heart.
After that entire one ocean time when being end.

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