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by Satish Verma Nov 20, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
What would you like to wear, when oracle's prophecy comes true. Temple of pure love was coming up, but there was no deity. You wouldn't think, what I was thinking often. Last night I slapped myself. The black moon rattles, after its message goes into flames. Can you talk in piecemeals, surrounded by smokescreen of words? A baby nightingale sings awkwardly. There were clouds, no rains.