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by Satish Verma Jul 18, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Washed-up your facial nuance, like jellyfish at abandoned shore. I was collecting shells today, to write a poem for your brown irises. Pink chrysanthemums will not say anything, but were dying when you were away.. In rains you take a figure, like a blue black bird ready to fly away.