The Moon story
As a kid, some friend told me,
that on the moon an old woman sits under a tree,
with lots of stories.
Whenever I would look at the moon, I would imagine,
the old woman,
sometimes scary, sometimes mischievous.
But as I studied more about it, my lovely story was lost.
The child in me was sad.
That there is no 'Old woman', but just rocks!
I just wondered, why did I grow up!
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