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by Satish Verma Oct 28, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Moon rolls, on its own without clouds. Now you can, fix the things, reading dark. Every day ends. The road will not sleep. Dusk to dawn, candle weeps. Like no pain now, of your separation, sparking rage. Now you are Plato. Will write for the ascending hemlock, that will destroy the hope.