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by Satish Verma Nov 7, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Water has no feet. With cupped hands, I will pick up the crying baby. When stars go to sleep, I hear you in dark, wandering like amusk deer. In a book I will keep your eyes. When you cradle in Selene's arms, my thoughts will catch a poem. Once your mind was not occupied with my image, a fly of poison bit me. I was never the same again.