When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.
What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2023 21:50
- Category: Nature
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