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by Satish Verma Apr 11, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
I should not have been there, where I am now. The destiny was unscrupulously quiet. Time goes in suspension when I don't see you in me. Flaunting the assets of dwarf generation, you kill the galaxy of stars brazenly. Paraplegia. You break the eggs in air to touch the placentae. Twirled. I ask the question, when your lips will drown in stoned Buddha? Out of reach, the honeybees fly towards the virgin trees.