Here is my letter
To the man in the moon.
A man who has it better,
Eating off his silver spoon.
You must rest at ease,
Judging from so far away,
With only a cool breeze
and such little dismay.
Did you forget about your child?
Did you forget we are so young?
You set us free into the wild
To die before we are done.
But blessed is your crow,
For he will find his day.
A vast meal to prove it so.
But he will only fly away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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