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Satsih Verma
Poems
Jan 26
To the Loneliness
Pulling the sun down,
a state of love comes, but pain
was not mine, You were my mirror.
How long the lamps
will go to search the mind to
reach the death of an unknown name?
The timid fame was the
last blunder. Each god sheds the crown
of pure reality. It was an eternal call.
#life
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