Perception changes
on face. There was no gender
in it. Moon smiles.
A grating laugh. You
will turn head to observe a
tree crashing on moon.
Disarming you with
words unspoken. Irises
move on trajectories.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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