I wanted to talk
in between words. The sage
has lost aroma.
Of unknown gifts.
Kitchen would answer for
all the bonfires.
Conceive the truth
of mirror. I will reflect
in your opal eyes.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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