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by Satish Verma Sep 3, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Sitting on the border wall and looking at the moon. Back-and-forth, Back-and-forth China breaks in my dry eyes. Clay into vitrified ceramic asks for emigration to the sea for final immersion, to meet the creator. I look for your face in water, that haunts me day and night. Would you ever fill up the colors in the map of my pain? More poems. How could you stop them coming? My every ache turns into a daffodil.