It's funny how the one who taught us to see the glimmer in the stars, the beauty of the moon, and the magic of the night will also be the one to leave us just to get a glimpse of the morning sun.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
