Oh mate my mate few steps away the ship Light carri'r is, departur'd 'HE' who mak'th A forlorn fleshy length with Beauty wrap By toe to bald, all shalt be in a ship Oh mate my mate yet many branches had Four princess two Prince smallest thou on tree Become Like anci'nt tree and a pyr'mid A child lack a child hand few days to free The autumn leaves unruly Chaos left By heart, a hand of fake and heart A logger branches be, ah thou be not Oh mate my mate yet thou not fruitful fruit Not thou mid-day red heavy rays of rose But early morrow red pale rays thou be A raw Unripe uncook yet old as rays A child is a mother, mother child for son Look this one !!!!!! This I clicked around 6.47.... I moon has attended his teenage and shining brightly and Dhruv is aslo visible now!!! #skyispinkandpurpletoo! I didn't know that today is #worldphotographyday.....🥺☺️📸 #विश्वफोटोग्राफीदिवस