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by Satish Verma Oct 7, 2016 category : Nature, environment / nature
A gem cutter takes a pause and finds the hate of a locked house. The words scream and hurl a propensity for violence becoming an aphorism. A pithy precipitation was delayed. The seeds in desert will not be able to catch the light. I am still lonely making peace with rain of arrows coming from nowhere.
