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by Satish Verma Sep 8, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Again trying to forget you, leaving behind the loose ends in air. The descent of Aerial begins. A fairy? amongst the gorgons. Like a soft poem walking on burning coals. I was always warning you. Sometimes too much knowing hurts. I want to become ignorant of hovering dark clouds. No light was the best option. The stings, many of them were closing in. The cruel honey sticking to all the toes. I cannot run. Sowing the rounded seeds, you don't get the poppies.