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by Satish Verma Feb 12, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
You own your breath, talking to dust adrift. Earth was dark and cool. Heaven was hot bright. Velvety black night falls on the flowers coming to see moon, like in passive surrender. A cloud sits on the eyes. You were in haste. There is no beginning, no end. Salt water was panacea. Death never comes alone to carry the old bags. Names were grafted in the brown leaves.