They witnessed how the sun reflects
in the serene dawn,
While the little boy waits for
the howling moon to glow.
He writes for the secret
they attempt to hide. . .
We're imprisoned in the
realm of the dark side.
They said it has invaded
our autonomous world.
It will fill our eyes
with dirt and dust.
The endless sleep
will come near soon.
And there would be nothing
but the brightest moon.
YOU ARE READING
| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.
