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Orange Moon

You were staying in lower skied to me, yesterday. How can have some another reason at that state?


To my country, further some countries' crying mothers and children and fathers' tears and their beloved departed ones' blood, you absorb don't you?


Only confusion manages this earth, not peace, not stable in many places with you, because you are anywhere and your present appearance only could be shared to any land in this planet.


You seen to me is a little bit reddened and after so long time, exceptionally your mind could be seen to my mind, you know.


Each one's viewing eyes' raising angle even with subtly gapped but that each intrest could not have any serious gap. just sometimes cloudy darkness or so overshadows any place.


Orange moon, you are probably never staying away from us, everlastingly, nevertheless you could not see nor look at each one's eyes so precisely, but each eye must reflect your lighting bright beam, only that must be immoral in this planet.


On desert, on ocean, on moutain, on forest, on any location, anybody watches, looks at you above us all.
To yourself, we all are below you, sometimes beneath you, but you have probably no concern nor curious mind to that thing.


Yesterday's blue moon is now orange, and at tomorrow, how can you make us see with somewhat your own feature dragging color?


With what color can you show us at tomorrow's evening?
So stark, when do you give us a chance to talk to you, so directly?


So far, today, good-bye until tomorrow, because I'd soon go to my bed.





Dec. 23rd.        2021