Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.
Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.
Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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