A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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