Up in the sky
A thousand stars flicker
Their shadows on the golden sea
Beckoning on the fisherman at twilight
He is tempest tossed
And found by the tide
His nets out of grip
And floating on the waves.
Had he the means
All fishes will go home
And leave his little boy
Out of the shark's belly
Who scooped water
Out of the leaking boat.
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