_Life under the ruin _
Under the debris of the broken Moon,
The light that did never wish to wink,
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Under the debris of the broken Moon, The light that did never wish to wink, Life failed to flower the flavour of looking good. In the dark tunnel of my heart a flickering flame still burns,
Life is a dreadful journey though you need to overcome the hurdles and then you will get the actual meaning of Happiness
The fall of thy footsteps on the soil of futurity churnsthe milk onced dried. I am ingrained once again at the flashing end of this dreadful journey. ......