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by Satish Verma Dec 26, 2018 category : Nature, environment / nature
It was a free fall, drowning me on the footpath. The yellow glare had scattered me completely. Left alone to suffer, the failure were you. When the brick come, you met yourself in the doorway of menacing home. The hunger pang was obsolete. The fish will not swim outside the orbit of a new isle for enigma. The Turkish stones, blue? green eyes, haunt me in sleep. Your life takes an about-face, march outside the promise.