Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself
I could not foresee an incoming missile.
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How could you change the world
when a black and white magpie
writes the script of life?
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A god once told me
in whispers, he wants to
die in the shadeless sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
i'd like a few more days in the sun.
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