The child looked at the silver moon.
He found a quivering face in that starry night.
Then spends countless nights trying to strike a reply.
Hating for not able to reply, he hid himself in blankets growing old. Now being old he laughs regretfully and cries for his lonely friend.
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Proză scurtăA collection of my scribbles within fifty words. From a poor novelist to eternal friendship, these scribblings will explore my passion in life. © All Rights Reserved #174 Short Story - Rated
