He picked a spot and pitched a tent,
finishing just before twilight.
As the moon was appearing through the trees,
he made plans to spread crumbs
in the morning.
Late at night, in the company
of crickets and forest breeze, he fell asleep
with a smile on his face
imagining a bucketful of love
he was to collect from four corners
of fools’ world.
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