Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer –
“As the day started losing
its shine and the sun cruised along the path of oblivion but not before kissing
the dusk and letting her cheek blossom all over sky, redness to be spread all
around, as if letting it go, for she is no more in love with him. For the dusk
has always loved moon, the moon! And oh who wouldn't, for him being the pleasant
and handsome always shy to confront her, yet putting his best once their eyes
meet through the veil of clouds. Dusk and the moon make such a perfect couple, and
though that makes the sun a bit sad, he knows dusk being so soft and charming –
how could he claim her being so hot and unpleasant to eyes, he must remember he
must be away from her whole summer, and while so how could he stop her from
falling in love with sweet and pleasant Moon. He must not be the hindrance and
let the love blossom though it might need him to remain in oblivion, away. Oh
dear, how hard that could be, as it silently watches them romancing from
another hidden corner of sky.”
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