Eclipse of the Moon In July: A Poem

I counted until the seventh month.

The full moon is more beautiful.

Covered with black, red shadows creates a sense of pent-up.

Peaceful, dark black a few hours.

Among them there are some people bowing down.

Some laughed happily in the room

Some dream happy

Some weep for someone's departure

Some withstand thirst and hunger among winds that pierce bones.

Some still passing by like a bitch who is afraid of unfortunate fate

Some just stare with longing

The partial story is a piece of the past and the painting of the future.

The one present around

But briefly, to remember and in view.

Just like we watch the July welcome.

Red lunar eclipse

The lunar eclipse is like a hope in imaginary flakes

The lunar eclipse that brought the message after July disappeared.

That tomorrow between us closed the opportunity and tied the waist

For life after the eclipse disappeared in July.