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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell

Red

The moon dashed across the
Red skies, peaking through the painted clouds
But alas, it had no

Time for shrouds, as it
Wanted to be out loud and proud
Shining through its dark side

It really had nothing to
Hide, not now not ever, even the astronauts
Had made their mark forever

Happily shining through the darkness
Laughing at those who dared to bark
No less but it too

Was open to all different
Types, as it had to hide its
Darker side for an eternity

Visible

Posted in Haiku

“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell

Red

A slow eve in suburbia
The streets filled with peace as the
Day is ending and inhabitants

Are landing to their dwellings
After day so long, the feeling of
Strong almost gone and the

Time to lay down your
Hair is upon, just look outside, peep
Through the windows and doors

Let nature play this score
And your mind to rest restore before
Laying your head onto bed

Tonight

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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell

Red

Red around the horizon, does
It mean the sun is setting or
Arising? Does seem so surprising

It looks so neutral and
Red, but do you want to bet
Which time of the day

It really is, without looking
At the clock, and if i tell
You, will it shock you?

Neither

Posted in Haiku

“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell

Red 

Red is the colour of
The sky when the sun is still
High when it starts to

Set, painting all the clouds
In it’s wake, knowing full well what
Is at stake, fighting its

Way, to stay, when its
Not supposed to remain but give room
To the moon to watch

Over the night skies, until
The time of the darkness is over
And the stars switch positions

Once again, letting the sun
Rule the daily light skies, till such
Time it needs to go

Again