whatever praise we could - ever, come up with
and so, all we can do
is read and accept: gratefully
with the utmost sincerity..
thank you, Guru!
'This, was exotic.
A single
drop, throbs
in space.
I walk on blades.
I think farther
from―
The relics of disasters.
You, love
to read palms, Talking
of slaughter
moon, bled to death
when, you left in dark.'-L. B. Mek
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