Was that a non-devil effort
to hide the language
from cultural onslaughts?
The anger splits the opinion
about hurting goodness.
An isolated insult will spur
the words against the flight over
the answer, before the brush
with picketing fear, showing heroism.
I speak for unknown enemies
who wanted to alter the season
by planting horror on the street.
Satish Verma
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Fascinating. I like this one....seems more readily understandable than usual and....almost a cry against destroyers of culture and call for,...preserving it?
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