Always, think of me, when the moon looks lone and pale
Nebulously sprinting for empty space —
And you sitting under starry universe
Watching those nocturnal games,
Retrospecting life before which many stooped.
Stop not there for the life is long and trials many,
Tribulations its essence, success sneer without them.
Always, think of me, when the moon is lone and pale
gasping wildly for empty space—
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
Always, think of me, when the moon looks lone and pale
Nebulously sprinting for empty space —
And you sitting under starry universe
Watching those nocturnal games,
Retrospecting life before which many stooped.
Stop not there for the life is long and trials many,
Tribulations its essence, success sneer without them.
Always, think of me, when the moon is lone and pale
gasping wildly for empty space—
