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The dying red moon

 I have realised how long it has been since i wrote something to you... have the days eased yet in comparison to then

I wonder if summer is as hot as it was and how much my eyes ache to see in awe the beauty of spring once more
The deepened pinkish hue of the blossomed cherry blossoms
The empty streets of winter, how everyone else seems to have something to do always, that has always fascinated me 
OHHH yes i am writing to send something gleeful this time... well hopefully, i don't really know how impactful my subjects can be...

so... The dying red moon (IK IK nothing gleeful about the heading is it)


THE DYING RED MOON OF WINTER 

 Is it amazing to sweetly compare oneself to a moon
Blue and red, dying and yet... glowing still
Holding on to a fading hue of light 
None of the stars that shone blue twinkle in winter 
They are gone, all of them are gone...

Does the moon feel lonely
When the wandering cloud of night covers the sky
Does it feel unneeded, unwanted... alone 
I think it feels lonely, I would know.

The last of the falling snow falls quietly 
Gently the moon slips into oblivion
As if it was never winter 
As if its dark red hue never revealed its loneliness
It hopes...
I hope...

In one summer morning 
A smile suddenly fell on my face 
The stars long departed 
Have now one after the other 
Shining brighter the blue light 

I can't help but wonder if this is how the moon felt 
When summer came along with clear skies 
An undending sea of summer stars.
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