Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“Nothing is as fragile as a solitary heart
Slight whispers of the night could break it
apart
For it may seek its company in the moon
Alas! The moon itself is cursed among
million stars
Wandering along the dark alleyways of days passing
by
Both appear to each other as a tempting mirage…”
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