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by Satish Verma Nov 3, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
Your frozen words float like flakes falling from invisible lips. Aimlessly I would pick up the yearnings trying to caress me. Talking to me in hushed tones, to give a tang of silence and release. The otherness, like a silvery spider's web invites. You wait at the edge, pondering? To walk in or not. You bite your tongue, cannot move. There were suicides. The cadavers talk.