Highest Rank #10 (19.11.2016)
Scribbling in the world of,
"Musings, Drama, Monochromes,
Confetti and few words sprinkled
with Stardust."
Metaphor Intended!
Compilation of poetic crisp tales.
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No matter, the hues of sun set On the empire created shadows And darkness, lull The fatherly moon, always flickered His light upon me. Only to see me as Rising sun Each morning.
