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by Satish Verma Aug 6, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Trying to forget, I forget myself. Who am I? I had an elective love for unknown. As a gardener I was tending you in my palms? a precious plum; so soft that you start wilting under the gaze. The sharp edge? you gave, to my phrases. I cannot use this weapon against you? when you want to leave. I was very afraid of disintegration. As far as you go I will not touch you in any downpour. Eyes. lips and long? black tresses. I won't need anything more.