On a summer day, I see a poet, shivering with cold and paralyzed in his blanket. He is writing the pain of a flower frozen in ice. .. ..Iyalism…
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On a summer day, I see a poet, shivering with cold and paralyzed in his blanket. He is writing the pain of a flower frozen in ice. .. ..Iyalism…