Pain of Discomposure
posted by Half Moon Fletcher at 10:44 AM
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
1 Comments:
well done jyot......
frankly speaking...i cudn't get some of the phrases you usedin the context but from whatever i could understand....i thoght it was beautiful...especially the way you revealed the name of love of STEVEN.....kudos to this great MBA...
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