Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2024 20:38
- Category: Nature
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