The Moon

Mar 18, 2023

1 min read

By Ishika Verma

Even the moon told me that you are better alone,

Why do you care about them who are gone.

Look at me, I am alone and I still shine,

Sweetheart you are beautiful and fine.

The more you think, the more you sink

Learn to rise, because you are wise.

By Ishika Verma

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