And a blood-colored moon
sets in the West
Like a round red blade —
its scarlet “C”
meets the trees
before it rests.
(Seriously, folks. Right now. If you live in NY, go look at it!)
And a blood-colored moon
sets in the West
Like a round red blade —
its scarlet “C”
meets the trees
before it rests.
(Seriously, folks. Right now. If you live in NY, go look at it!)
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 
Love the poem and the moon sounds awesome. 🙂
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Thanks!! 🙂
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