Poetic me

And so I was kinda poetic the night before. On the eve of fifteen, coincidentally (or rather not) it was the Supermoon kind of day. The whole wide world is on it. Well at least on the internet that is; as far as I know. Had some conversation and eventually a group with a couple of friends and I ended up versing with some poems. Ha! Shall I now retype it (with some grammar error corrected)

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The wind blows the clouds.

And so the clouds floated and moved;

To the east, west, north or south;

Shall I see the moon sooner.

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Tonight they say moon bright night,

To this moment shall I look up sky.

For all we know,

For all we never knew,

We are all looking at the very same moon.

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I stand and hold.

As there it floats;

For one moment I almost see it,

For another moment shall the clouds blanket it,

For what is certain,

It rained a couple of hours before,

Was a heavy rain.

The wind blows still;

Still the clouds move,

For what is certain.

It is the past.

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