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by Satish Verma Nov 11, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
You had dropped the moon like a burning coal in my courtyard to ignite me. A splitting image to prove that the ontogeny will not repeat the history. Sun tilts to spite the magic of rainbow in the eyes of Ovid. This was the moment of love between gun and the bleeding poems. Perhaps the exiled poet's error becomes a sage to spread the incense of erotica. The vampire opens the wings to go for benign bites.