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by Satish Verma Jul 4, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Your roses drink the sun in dewy dawn. I catch the speed of dying moon. The rains bring in new asterisks to anoint the verses before their burial. One more mercy to let the shadows of swallows fall on my blank pages. Your lips are like hinged leaves of Venus flytrap. Become shut when you trap the words.