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by Satish Verma Oct 24, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
The yellow rose looks like having the same genome as that of you. Bending like a stem of weeping willow. I will leave before dawn, when the Venus prepares to become Joan of Arc. The fog sits in your eyes. A blue veil covers the contours of flickering tears. At the window the moon waits for final call of sun to leave the dominion of light. A bulge wants to leave the shadows of broken walls.