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Red Moon
Poetry
I saw a red moon,
Above the clouds in Istanbul,
I thought about taking a picture, or recording a video,
But my mind decided to live in the moment's glow.
Upon reflection, I probably should have taken that picture,
But a time stamp from my notes from an incomplete poem,
Captures the memory, now frozen in a lyrical tome.
The poem goes,
I see a red moon,
Above the clouds in Istanbul,
In a machine, flying across a vast sea,
I long for all the beauties my eyes will never see,
Even for a day, an hour, or a moment’s breadth,
What I would give for angelic wings that’ll open the doors to the skies,
A gateway to heaven, what a blessing it would be to have an eagle’s eye.
And so the poem went,
Of the red moon I saw in Istanbul,
A memory rekindled by the flickering flame of candlelight,
Visiting my daydream, a heartwarming escape on a cold winter night.
