Dear Moon,
Thank you for making people believe that the scars never reduces the beauty but enhances it.
A Pile Of Ordinary Writings

Dear Moon,
Thank you for making people believe that the scars never reduces the beauty but enhances it.

With all the light,
You shine bright;
With all the sparkle,
Laugh and cackle;
Show the world,
Your Supreme Soul;
Just Feel Good, Live Long, Girl

You burnt everything that touched you,
No matter beauty or dirt;
You welcomed everyone, as if they were your own
No matter happy or hurt;
At Last; you turned everything into ashes,
No glory nor clart…

Do you know what’s so special about the rain?
It shows that every fall is worthy…

In the deepest of woods,
There lives darkest of secrets;
Some, of the rivers; Some, of the wild;
What we know is a mirage;
Truth still stays unleashed…

Where do we belong?
Where will we go?
We all are ashes,
Turned into stone;
No empathy, nor cruelty!
We all are water crystals,
Turned into snow;
No thirst, nor warmth!
Our journey into the unknown
We belong to the unknown…
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