In search of happiness
I found you.
Who makes the slip?
God errs.
Puts the spirit between
mind and body.
Unbeknown, it
was ephemeral.
Think,
it was brutal
for a nerd.
Have a good moon.
I will say to my love.
I will stand
against the hot sun.
Satish Verma
I found you.
Who makes the slip?
God errs.
Puts the spirit between
mind and body.
Unbeknown, it
was ephemeral.
Think,
it was brutal
for a nerd.
Have a good moon.
I will say to my love.
I will stand
against the hot sun.
Satish Verma
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