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by Satish Verma Sep 12, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
To connect with a reclusive mind, was an uphill task. You become- vunerable again. Everyday the curtains come down after the entry of assassin bugs. Long-legged, bloodsucking predators would roam and abduct the phrases. The young turks break the nest, petals strewn, a rose dies in my hands. My night journey begins I let out a poem to become my lantern.
by Hawa
Read my first poem give me your opinion please
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