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by Satish Verma Jun 6, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Blowing up a no-show you walk out of procession of primates. Moon and memories and million of years to become a full being. Cognition gained, I touch the raw nerves of liquid stones. Roasted nuts, I will taste you, once I revise my vocabulary. The laced stars, one on one, I meet the dark holes of your galaxy. O god, at equal. I will call you one day to climb down from my shoulder. Every age wipes out the footprints.