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by Satish Verma Mar 5, 2019 category : Nature, environment / nature
Different hues were lit up. A water drop falls on my lips. I will ask the words to traverse the circle of clouds for cascading moon. let the mob- climb the mount of greed. I am here on the earth, to meet the flames of thoughts and shades of wounds. There is hope and the chains. I will receive them in ecstasy.