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by Satish Verma Jan 2, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
One day balancing over waters, someone drops dead. Birds of a feather, of no final abode, were going to fall on burning coals. This was an era of collective suicide. Something goes amiss. God was absent. There was no evidence. I should not have fallen in love, with no talons. I cannot bite the nails. There were no sources. No walls. You cannot find the shade under the moon. The imperial bell will not toll.