Strange, in silence, I lose
my way, my thoughts.
I will speak.
The long roots were
stronger,
than the myriad leaves.
A shadaw left
you in mid sun. No
one will follow you now.
The tree at last
enters your―
home in deep revenge.
Satish Verma
my way, my thoughts.
I will speak.
The long roots were
stronger,
than the myriad leaves.
A shadaw left
you in mid sun. No
one will follow you now.
The tree at last
enters your―
home in deep revenge.
Satish Verma
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