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by Satish Verma Jul 25, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Someday I will ask questions standing in the deep forest. Where the swarm of words would go if? the pen was broken and you were hiding behind the marigolds? At last I was looking for you with minute details. The silken touch of your hand still burns on my face. Days don't change. The pink symmetry was a mirage.