We're lucky if we end up like the moon in the night sky and not just an enthralling but fleeting sight of a shooting star.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Luck
We're lucky if we end up like the moon in the night sky and not just an enthralling but fleeting sight of a shooting star.
