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by Satish Verma Sep 21, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Trying to count the beautiful years, spent in the journey of heart. There was an uncanny feel. The pink coldness was not mine. Like you ditch the timelessness, and live in a drop of dew to meet the sun. The flesh. A suicidal move to move away from the relationship of night. Of the tenderness, benign death of a star. Dust celebrates the glorious fall. The grieving will not stop. A charred book of bliss terminates the vision.