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by Satish Verma Jun 10, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
By the time you had left the podium, you? had turned gray like an overcast sky. Life was short like a twitter. How do I? call you from the jungle of screams. Do not go into the woods. The nightingale sobs quietly. Flight was good but there was no depth. Want to nix my day? Take away my pen. I will write a poem with soaring flames of my heart.