Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.
Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?
Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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