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by Satish Verma Dec 31, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Very grim. You promote the copperheads. Lakes go dry. I cannot stop thinking, watching incessant, the rains. Waters send? the crimson clouds to hide the sun. Now that ice melts. Become genderless. You are walking on a sleeping volcano. Where the three rivers meet, I stand on the bank to watch bipolarity. We are not yet dead. Some wherea flutey whistle calls. Follow the flames.
by Ricky Story
And so I am.. Rs