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by Satish Verma Jul 20, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
In deep silence my words float in your eyes, past twilight. I will stay in parlor to watch a lazy moon. A tarantula starts moving. An ancient prayer leaves the footprints on the skin of dead song. Let it be stolen my peace, in the name of a bitter fight with stars. The spirit of thumb to meet forefinger would remain eternal.