The life within, looks
like a sequelae of a mysterious flame
like a magpie singing in and out..
We all are like flycatchers
looming on a beautiful garden to find
a mating place in an invisible paradise.
I am not about to speak
about how the static tunnel begins before it
is drowned on the way to the moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
great Title!
thanks for sharing
Interesting .2nd verse😘
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