Segregation between roses
and jasmines was a mega pain. Bad
bones had left the footprints of blood.
Follow the truth, I assume
but life is very short to prove the
validity if you offer your blood to a hungry fish.
The day was very dark,
The sun was wobbling. From the darkness
light will come back ripping the wall.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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