Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?
Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.
You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2024 20:55
- Category: Nature
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Excellent write
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