Last night I witnessed a phenomenom,
as the moon passed through earth's shadow,
turning a deep bright, red,
shining crimson, dancing over tears,
under the spell of autumn's return.
It kept me captured, intoxicated ,
like the color of the wine I sipped,
in the blossom of the afternoon,
flowers for thought, as autumn returned,
under the influence I swayed and danced.
Shadows, turned to eclipse the mind,
visions lulled the darkness away,
as the the hazy day continued to play,
floating hypnotised, as evening called,
silhouettes of truth revived,
in time's reflection,
to catch dreams again,
from the underground.
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