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by Satish Verma Apr 17, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
You let go, of me to wear the hawthorn's crown, to probe, what I wouldn't know. In the ending was beginning of a fragile kiss of waning moon, before the daffodils fall on ground. I try to forget the number of steps you have not taken towards the moment of enormity. The laced wounds prepare to make water thin for the sleetof salt water in red eyes.