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Jul 2020
Itinerant
I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?

When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?

Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.
#life
Written by
Satsih Verma
31
   waskosims
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