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by Satish Verma Dec 23, 2020 category : Nature, environment / nature
Clouds had veiled the waning sun. A topaz. A blast, becomes quite blasé at first then becomes green. With envy, the moon gives no light. My faith tumbles. Sometimes I ask myself. Why did you cover your sore spots? As a perfect pretext of buying peace why did you go for the lies?