Blood Moon

 

Blood Moon
by DJ Miller

Standing on the moon I survey,
The beginnings and the endings,
of just another day.
The copper hue is fading slowly,
and the colors meld and dim,
to a lovely sanguine complexion.
All I can discern is the edges of a dark planet,
waking up and falling asleep.
All you can see is my impression of your alms,
More meager than is customary.

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