Humanoids fill
the universe. Where does
the humanity live?
Back and forth
the song birds fly to
find the roosting place.
This road leads
to nowhere. You stand
midway holding the map.
Irrepressible was
the goddess of death,
magpie has come to play.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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