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by Satish Verma Jun 19, 2017 category : Nature, environment / nature
After scarring, the big gap confronts a mascot. The caster is telling a lie. Under shock and anger you start cursing the renegade truth. Black windows now perceive the light. Nobody wants to catch the dust now, falling from the stars. War of words comes to disarming of wailing hands. I reconcile with the setting sun. Back and forth, back and forth the unabashed, moves a bridal moon.