the sun shrouded by the moon,
there is a life not alive,
befriends sound of night.
It sleets,
she smiles even walking on spiky ice,
she laughs even clutching chunks of ice,
never stops never out.
She never be touched,
you will get hurt
and she is getting hurt,
never stops never out.
there is a life not alive,
befriends sound of night.
It sleets,
she smiles even walking on spiky ice,
she laughs even clutching chunks of ice,
never stops never out.
She never be touched,
you will get hurt
and she is getting hurt,
never stops never out.
written by Ratri Pamuji
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