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by Satish Verma Nov 7, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
The space had a scent. In stunned silence, I will speak my mind. More was less. Nothing stirs, the raging pyre. As if the poverty of thoughts had ended. The happenings, splinter the dream again. Sun steps out from the black clouds. You find yourself interpreting the propelled blaze, sleeping amidst the mirrors in dark. The bondage jumps the boundaries. I am your only dilemma. I never speak in whispers.