Wind of December Night sing silence Memory digs memoirs What is left of the left Brush the hair scrambled In December wind. Sparkle Spread at:TweetMoreWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related By Sangbad A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal. View all of Sangbad's posts.