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by Satish Verma Jan 9, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
The beauty of being nothing, like the nystagmus. Do you see me through, when I break inside? Won't you release your white doves to smell the melting moon of summer's blues? Nameless a poem swims in your pale eyes. I watch the cobra rear up like a purple monkshood! One day I will pay back your debt, for the myth of phoenix. I will live for centuries in the desert to rise from ashes. Nobody becomes a conqueror!