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by Satish Verma Apr 20, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
The fear right below your skin, festers. I listen to hissing sound of simmering muse. Space between the words suffers. There was no meaning left by unspoken ties. The castle of dreams crumbles, brick by brick, in the hands of sleeping volcanoes. You need a snake charmer to sway the beauty of crooked smile of time. I still watch the trap.