Blue Moon Last Night
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right
Let it shine bright, close out of shrouds
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
For this gift to see I am proud
Gift was gentle, eager soul took flight
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right
(First attempt at the style of Triolet.)(My poem "Opportunity" explains about the term "Blue
Moon".)
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