When the day dries and darkness blooms
The rule begins...
It starts with the march of moon across the black back ground
All along billions and billions of brightly shinning eyes stare down
And all those lit up windows vanish into the reign of darkness
As the vast waters spring up in its trail to reach its beloved moon
Rest is given to the labourers of life to prepare themselves for the adventures of tomorrow
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Author:
Manya_9 (
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- Category: Nature
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