5 lutego 2014
HISTORY
Focused on burgundy palms
as the age blinks,
you start distressing on a unipolar
pinnacle, biting the nails.
The road absorbs the horizon.
Perched on a controversial tree
the birds break into small events
to reach the grass roots. A transparent question
always chases you about the consequence
of a war with troubled priests.
Do we need nitrous oxide to offset the gloom
of hovering religion? One enchanted
crowd spills in copycats to bring about
a revolution in ranks who were busy
in translating the epics of past.
Satish Verma
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wiesiek
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dobrosław77
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Weronika
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Anthony DiMichele
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Anthony DiMichele
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Anthony DiMichele
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10 kwietnia 2026
sam53
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violetta