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by Satish Verma Jun 26, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
For the memory of palms, the pretence lives on? the blade of a saber. You run on the sands barefoot? to catch the waves returning back to sea. You had stopped talking to me? wearing the mystery? I loved. On skin you print the anthem. Somebody kills the lamb. The pathos went quiet. Becoming cold turkey, absolutely white. The pilgrimage over, you break the coconut.