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by Satish Verma May 9, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Your night eats the? umbel of light with curved lips. What was the ethics? of this getty image? Your responses are weak. You walk in, on unsteady path. Will not lift the rock from the chest unlike Sisyphus. You roll down on lilacs gnawing at my pain? nibbling away at my poem. There is no gender, there was no god. The spilled milk of moon now washes the face of night. I become you in the embrace of unlimited death.