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by Satish Verma Feb 15, 2018 category : Nature, environment / nature
A downy mildew. I will undress the leaves. Leaving the truth at your door, trespassing the moon. When a house was felled, why were you collecting the blueberries? Now, a brown poem will write your name on the guillotine. An ocean apart a voice booms a shame for an empire.