when the starry night turns a bit dim the clouds fail to reflect and the breeze loses its way you come and stir the pond of persistent desires and inextinguishable hopes of the dew adding a few drops to theĀ thirsty fire burning beneath the top of the hillock which seems so quiet and so … Continue reading the clouds fail to reflect
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