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by Satish Verma Mar 30, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
At life closing, were you in peace with your slips? The weariness brings a curse. You start shredding. Like a newfound fossil egg, you kiss the lost poem. A dependent wound stops hurting. I bring a stoned version. The moon and the resurrected dream, throw long shadows on lake. My boat goes in flames.