The becoming,
before your sudden
surge of emotions
to finish the half written
message.
That was,
when the words were
getting wings.
Artificial vision?
I cannot look beyond
the exodermis.
A sizzling search
for the Venus
in wraps.
Who is going to
announce the fall of the system?
A hangman
does not need the
weeping tree to finish the job.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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