Memories do speak through the art while, looking in the
eyes of the golden uncountable sparkling
twinkling plural dusks & blueish
Dawn which says that
they are still alive
In the vanes of
Puffs of wind ....
The key which Have
been lost by the owners
steel they are in search of that !
But , finally no one receives it , all the
Memories are still locked in the golden
puffs of Wind in touch of sparkling twinkling Plural Dusk
- © G..Sarkar.