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by Satish Verma Oct 29, 2014 category : Nature, environment / nature
It slithers, the tongue trying to find the rage on cold words. A window shuts on fire for a deliberate withdrawl from conflicts. The virgin iron becomes a corpse under the golden amnesia of hot greens. The colors are changing on face and the silky grass of paradise. Satish Verma
