Aug 2014
at the death
of the day's candle,
the night makes fun
of its brief life,
sending the stars
to pin its soul,
forgetting,
nature has no end,
it is only a routine
designed by the heaven.
of the day's candle,
the night makes fun
of its brief life,
sending the stars
to pin its soul,
forgetting,
nature has no end,
it is only a routine
designed by the heaven.
Written by
Mohd Arshad
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