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by Satish Verma Aug 16, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Your feet had turned stones. The return of the gale will find? blood marks. Embalmed was your spirit in my roses. The heart of garden trembles. A lone pain flutters in exile. I will not meet you at moon. The greek tragedy repeats. The spark was caged. I was trying to find shelter under bottlebrush in howling rain. I will not call a stop.