Heart-Warming Colour
The river was like a looking glass
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not a ripple to be seen;
The sun was settling low in the west
and its reflection could be seen.
Later that night, I walked outside
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the moon was full-round and red;
It hung very low in the midnight sky -
not in its usual bed.
This colourful attire was breathtaking
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but I knew that when I see
The familiar white-moon of many phases,
It will still touch the soul of me.
Joan Adams Burchell
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