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by Satish Verma Apr 16, 2018 category : Nature, environment / nature
The trust was intact but you would not carry it far, the stillness. Propolis, that is what you needed to plug the echo of insult. The polarized crowd was throwing the rocks at the moon. May not fracture the curve, you wanted the release from unknown. Where were you, when the flame was extinguished? How will I read the writing on wall.
