Woody Craftsman – Childhood

I was fishing,

In the sky for my dreams,

The moon is my bait

With the starlight glittering –

                        On the surface.

And the waves of clouds,

Sweeping them away,

                        Or maybe,

Hiding them from my sight,

For a while.

 

Then,

All of a sudden,

Blood fills the sky.

The sun eats my moon!

Innocent Devil!

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