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by Satish Verma Mar 11, 2024 category : Nature, environment / nature
A poet's eye sails from room to room. Do you know which wall opened to devour my love? I had wished to see the femineity of moon risen. It had burned my lips like cinders. In very dark time big China roses were waiting to honour the anonymous author of gravity. I don't hear your voice in cloudburst. Fragile poems will cry? if you don't open the fist.