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by Satish Verma Jun 15, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
In alternative lies, a which-hunt starts? to find the blue eyes trapped in amber. Who will ask, not to dig in the land of suicides, without boundaries? Behind you, were hidden the rocks. The thin-lipped screams would not reach the nests. The color fades, when you move in the sun. Survey was futile for another truth. Courier was walking limp. Cherries were withering in moon. Bare-foot a journey starts to collect the salt of eyes. In the crowd of swans? nobody has found the water.