Faith bluffs―
you. Makes you deaf,
dumb and blind.
You don't get,
what you give. In
return you seed roses.
Was there any
choice, in writing
your destiny, other way?
The remains were
still beautiful
after the fall.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2018 21:07
- Category: Nature
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