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by Satish Verma Jan 20, 2024 category : Nature, environment / nature
Smitten by your holy tongue, the muse melts in the raging sun. There was a deep gorge between the hills. My face turns blue. Trembling hands will knit splendent wreath for a departing moon.On Naked Paper Smitten by your holy tongue, the muse melts in the raging sun. There was a deep gorge between the hills. My face turns blue. Trembling hands will knit splendent wreath for a departing moon.