Your calculus goes
wrong. Stones are melting
in cool moonlight.
*
Nightingales are
exiled, at the pretext of
saving the sanity.
*
In ending, I will
begin my journey to find
the eternity.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2022 19:12
- Category: Nature
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