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by Satish Verma Oct 15, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
One eyed closed I would never know you. Tormented? you have to come out of your skin. Time-lapses backward. I draw the boundary on sands to invite the invisible. I know you would never come. I shake hands with moon in green valley of begonias. There is no roof, no sky. Only colored foliage of dreams. Like deaf and dumb weavers singing an autumn song. Cuckoo will sing no more. Tapestry was badly ruined. Do butterflies laugh?