Sitting on his raft,
the young one fished for the moon.
The sky’s daughter at night,
had caged his heart.
She vanished every time
his fish-hook touched the water.
She made the young one wait.
He waited along to spot her.
The night never let him take her home.
Disappointment is all he took along.
But, he would come back the next day.
Today, “good morning” said the sun.
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