My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..
New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?
I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.
Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.
The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: July 1st, 2024 19:37
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
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