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by Satish Verma Nov 25, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
It was a perfect cover. I ask you to let me go, and stop praying for me. The unspelled secrets of moon, will not bother you now. They start pain from thoughts to thoughts. Like a china rose in exile, you hang out in solitude. Not dust, but water will melt us both. In aloneness, I will find you on red stones? surrounded by wolves of memory and freezing dawn.