Roaming in twilight
till the moon rises. You do not want to
discover the pain of self analysis.
Finding answers without
questions. The arrival was late and
your knowledge was becoming dangerous.
The sky looks for the
next Buddha to experiment
with the diagnosis of morality.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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