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by Satish Verma Aug 18, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
The art of faking will not come to me. Your breadth twists the moon, making a dent on the face of lookalike. Becoming a stranger, celebrating love? without my arms of flames. An old story repeats. Beautiful but trembling, the farewell handshake. Neither comes nor goes, the vase life of withering roses. The sculpture was not yet ready. The angel recapitulates.