satishverma
In Summer Fall
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The words are flying
away, enigmatically. There was a
family of god. Is the end drawing near?
Half- way you are talking
about sequences. Oceans are on fire.
A weak voice cries. I don't want to die
Who will call from the future?
The night will dance for the solar eclipse.
Don't touch me. I will not melt.
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