Little stars twinkling at night. He whispered to the beauty in sight. "Glory of your light, We live in delight. Whom do you love the most?". The beautiful moon sighed.
Black clouded her vision, Blinding all the lights. When the dark cloud disappeared, She was back on sky Acquiring her right.
He repeated his question, This time for thrice. The moon gloomily answered, "Love comes with a price".
The roaring of emotions, held onto the sky tight. While the lightening destroyed, many things with pride. The sky poured his tears looking at the moon, so bright. Who's hiding her pain, beneath the beauty of vulnerable night.
The moon travelled back, from the place she rose. The rising of Sun, hit the boy with force. He thought of his question, where the whole situation lies. The answer of the moon made sense, "Love comes with a price".
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A/N: Thank you so much for 1K+. I hope you are all doing good and life is treating you well. If not, then raise your head up and smile cause bad days are anyways meant to pass away. A ray of sunshine will fall in your territory too, patience is all it takes.
