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by Satish Verma Jul 7, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Again you took a wrong path to meet the angel. Like larkspur, you had the dolphin's back. Tears will not stop in the? eyes of the moon. The eternal itch remains. You will not drop your smell like musk. Like the Nazi salute, you raise your right hand to bless the crime of telling truth. Now people listen? when you are gone. The poesy suffers. As also the ink. You want your dark spots to come back. In contrast, the sun will shine.