In stark deep waters,
some dreamers had vision.
Willing to touch it?
Self-portraying was
incomplete version of life.
Only losers had wing.
The arrival of
mimicry we love. Lava
was going to expand.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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