Shooting the Moon (random haikus <3)
One man. Alone. Woods.
Angry at beauty of world.
Shoots the moon. Hits it.
It shakes, splinters, falls.
Rain. It rains white china shards.
Nights are dark. Stars grieve.
One hundred years pass.
Moon is forgotten. The man?
Quiet. Alone. He smiles.
The End
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