My moon shines white, strong and bright.
Sometimes it shines yellow, soft and mellow.
In other nights it might shine blue, trying to get through.
And when it shines grey, know that I'm not your prey.
It can also shine silver, it's the truth without filter.
And it may not shine for days, lost in a maze.
But...
If it ever shines red
One of us is dead.
#Draft 41
Title: My moon.
Date: 30-09-2018.
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