I Saw the Red Moon
Traveling in our boat we get to see a lot of
visual
things that are so exceptional.
This event was sensational.
The moon a color of red hung aerial.
It was reflecting a trail of red blood on the top
of the water which was theatrical.
I was ecstatical
we were covered in red out here on the water
for this historical
Evening. It was magical
as well as unusual.
The moon was photographical.
I knew these pictures would be phenomenal.
After a while the moon started climbing higher
in its orb as it did so it's color was going back
to its natural color of vanilla. It was fantastical.
It felt mythical.
Tonight's evening for me would become poetical
as well as conversational.
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