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by Satish Verma Jun 28, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
A fallout from your waning smile, parades a naked wound. A slice from a wake? remembers me. I was sitting in lotus position ready to go for abdication. Your message was elegantly subtle. Not to lose conscience, remaining the first lover of death. Exiled from guillotine, you don't see holiness in the talons of eagle coming down. The tree and a river were old friends. The scarves tied to the old branches, will tell the collaborated suicides. No sane hands will break the knees of moon.