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by Satish Verma Sep 17, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Being set on fire my fantasy, my vision. Something that should not have happened. Latched to heritage? the touch of faith brings sharp harpoons. Not easy to forget an elegy I made for unknown. Will you come to throw the dust? Cannot punish you for my sins. A humming bird crashed this noon on my deck. A square face peeps from behind the tears. September had been always harsh. This month I had decided to falter.