zondag 5 mei 2013

The boy on the moon

There once was a boy 
that sat on the moon
He fished for stars
and caught them soon
One day the moon asked him:
'Why not jump,
so you become one of them?'
But the boy shook his head,
took a new fishthread
 and caught again a star or two

'No, l'm okay, here with you, big moon,
l don't feel unhappy, nor do I feel blue
I just want to sit, fish and be with you.'
And the moon felt overwhelmed,
he did no what to say
So he kept glow his light
and let the boy play
He never asked again 'cause
forever more now, he knew
this sweet boy was here to stay

© Anke

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