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by Satish Verma Nov 15, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
I am done for, jumping the wall of signature pain. I hear you talking in whispers, to an invisible god of absence. A journey breaks halfway. Were you going to write off our hand-made tapestry? O God, you hit precisely. I want to throw back your kindness. Ah, the scars don't go. Time does not heal the wounds of earth.