Under The Moonlight: A Withering Flower “Her worn-out hands once a Cradle, now held only dust; Her tireless heart, a forgotten Well in a barren old land ” – Anonymous The Lonely Night -The Moonlit City   The moon coruscated brightly in the sky illuminating the whole city a luxurious silver colour. The splendid of … Continue reading Under The Moonlight: A Withering Flower I Story By Fadhi