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...led looking at it and as he did so the moon revealed itself, its shine painting the floor in its calming light. He tried to get up and watch the moon, but he could not feel his feet, he felt his body growing numb, colder every instant.
"Is it my time?" He asked himself, in a very low whisper, but loud enough to reach the depths of his soul.
"Shhh.... it is done." A voice came from the very same depths to which he had been talking to, a warm breeze embraced him and a smile grew wider over his face. He watched the moon through the open window and it hid away into the darkness. It wasn’t the cloud that turned everything dark, but it was death that had blocked his eyes from seeing any light of this world. But there was a smile still there upon his face, the nightingale came to the chair, perching at the armrest, signing a soft tune for sometime and then flew back; as if it had come to pay the last homage to the man~
Sardar Mohkim Khan
"Is it my time?" He asked himself, in a very low whisper, but loud enough to reach the depths of his soul.
"Shhh.... it is done." A voice came from the very same depths to which he had been talking to, a warm breeze embraced him and a smile grew wider over his face. He watched the moon through the open window and it hid away into the darkness. It wasn’t the cloud that turned everything dark, but it was death that had blocked his eyes from seeing any light of this world. But there was a smile still there upon his face, the nightingale came to the chair, perching at the armrest, signing a soft tune for sometime and then flew back; as if it had come to pay the last homage to the man~
Sardar Mohkim Khan
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