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by Satish Verma Nov 8, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
From within, a fawned virtue follows the breath, I spell your name. The cymosed surrender at the feet of a tall god was disgrace. I will know the incoming stranger. Spotless in dark, your words breed. There was something mysterious displaying the grains in daylight. I will count the golden rings, in your pink eyes becoming a ghost. A wrong step in a right moment, you become a prisoner of a cell, with no key. From the ending a new race begins.