My Road was dusty.
Marigolds react. You cannot celebrate
an epic. At twilight it is dark.
There was a magical
show. You were walking under the
dim light of fireflies to burn the sky.
Can we perform? Don't
be afraid. There is mutualism.
A stream of words will take to the truth.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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