Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.
Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.
Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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