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by Satish Verma Jan 17, 2024 category : Nature, environment / nature
It was hazy in Plato's cave, I was trying to study the painting on wall. Why do I fear for you? Words have gone dumb in full moon. Was it a presence without flesh, bones? Only sparkling eyes? I touch you warily. Trembling I ask you to come back in my twirling life. You do not move. It happens like never before. Spirit weeps.