Scribbling
Tragedy of wanderer:
"Time did heal my wounds
And stitched my scars
Made a moon out of million stars
But only if time knew
It was none other than scars
Who kept me alive
As stars does to the sky
When night is alone and dark
For while the moon tempts and glows
Stars turn into black holes
Where nothing exists but a darkness exquisite
And now I am no more than
A dead body, wrapped in a white coffin
Without any sign of life
Pretending to rest in peace, alas!
Tragedy of wanderer:
"Time did heal my wounds
And stitched my scars
Made a moon out of million stars
But only if time knew
It was none other than scars
Who kept me alive
As stars does to the sky
When night is alone and dark
For while the moon tempts and glows
Stars turn into black holes
Where nothing exists but a darkness exquisite
And now I am no more than
A dead body, wrapped in a white coffin
Without any sign of life
Pretending to rest in peace, alas!
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