The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings.
You burn fat on lips.
Let's go on the hills
to find the hidden moon
behind the rainbow.
Where will go, the
children of unknown,
blaming the god!
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2023 19:36
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Superb.
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