The stars moon,
And everything fine,
They pray from dusk till dawn
Bring back the light,
Which the gods bestowed.
‘Tis not the creation,
They formed.
Oh! How meritorious
The world was to be
But the living is futile
Replete with deadly sins
a site of aimless notions structured in the way of verses, pieces….. all that defines literature
Ordinary girl 