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by Satish Verma Oct 29, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
I always walk a thinking moon. One day I will ask him how to release the destiny encased in amber of your eyes. One day you should paint me blue, when the sun sets on the lake for a final dip. My grey skin melts in your hands to interpret the viscosity of trembling heart. Don't give any testimony against the unseen murder of a golden deer drinking water from your cupped hands.