It never appease the thirst of a craving soul
Like a wolf at midnight, under the moonlight howl
It cries for the moon to which it can never touch
Woefully unaware that moon bathes it in moonlight, his dutch
A selfish heart never knows what it posses
Never discern with what treasure it has been blessed
The more it gets, the more it yearns forever
Unaware that the least is better than never...
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
It never appease the thirst of a craving soul
Like a wolf at midnight, under the moonlight howl
It cries for the moon to which it can never touch
Woefully unaware that moon bathes it in moonlight, his dutch
A selfish heart never knows what it posses
Never discern with what treasure it has been blessed
The more it gets, the more it yearns forever
Unaware that the least is better than never...
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