Life Of Fray
Fresh mornings and those warm sunshine delights, a cup of tea or soft music is with what we treat them! But for Sam, it was all like moonlight occupied sunshine, the salty unwashed teapots. Wherever he stepped, enchanted black roses stood before for his welcome, dull of soul, his life was a flipped coin uncertain about a head, and absence of a tail! Soldier at heart, he never wished to relinquish. Losses that he suffered everywhere, but pride with which he lived knew no bounds. Kept accounting good to ones who deceived, kept watering those flowers plucked by others, fed the birds who never chirped melodic.... And driven out of fading hopes, much heard of a wise man and his potent solutions that he gave to one and all who approached, he decided to meet him up. Knocked on his door the wise man welcomed him home,"who are you son, and why are you soaked deep amongst disgraced thoughts?" "Sam..." he replied as if his words were constrained to full stops. "On...