I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?
An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.
Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.
Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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