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by Satish Verma Nov 3, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Not sensual. Searching you in daffodils, like four-leaf clover. This dysfunctional life, ought to have given me once, a piece of moon. Crammed skull, sometime gives an abrupt pause. I become a stone. Walls separated us. I would not cross the river of inferno. Can we laugh together, before we peel the oranges to make our eyes blink?
