Exiled. Walking on rope.
Priceless life. Pain unyielding.I
never expected to flee water.
Why do men personalize?
The moon is divided by the tall trees.
Memory collects the leaves.
A stunning rise, You
are building yourself brick by brick.
The perseids will come verbatim.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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