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Why Are You Blue

The wayfarer, searching for the leaf-pains? fallen from the lone tree. Some holy script will tell the angst of the sap, which would not reach the roots. A responsible weep, will divulge your name to? forest bees, waiting for the moon. I watch the setting sun with trepidation. Night will bring again, the blasts. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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