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by Satish Verma Apr 13, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
What you will not say, after becoming cosy with the moon in sleep walk? Holding my hand, you wanted to squeeze time for the sake of fallen star in the black sea of ifs and buts. The tears were great solvent, when you inhaled the fumes of karma, to go high. The seizure will come again, wrapped in golden shroud, against the hope of suicide. Meditation brings sweet music.