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by Satish Verma Jun 6, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
You filter time. Time filters you. I catch the words. The empty bowl of a fakir betrays the fabric of life, without seeking. Mid winter I will ask? the moon not to freeze. Some sounds you will not hear. Tearing the fog, I wanted to teach you the language of pain, becoming cold. Like meteor of a melting star, you were moving away faster than light.