After being cheated, I
am learning again. Can we meet beyond
the earth? Certain things are disappearing.
On the forsaken, dark
street. Moon was walking gingerly
to talk to sleeping lovers.
Hold the ground, liberating
the honeybees. Murderous hornets
are coming to decapitate the religious faith.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
what a harrowingly - grim, title
and yet, so despairingly relatable...
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