A Small Chance

Standing on a sandisland I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white pearls of wisdom. It will protect you from any insult. When the temple of learning was being rebuilt, the words were finding an echo in sky’s fear of abduction. The sun was hiding behind the lies. In a trance I move unmindful of interbreeding. Some grizzly thoughts were near the cave of skeletons. The panther was readying to jump out. SATISH VERMA