The sky is a deep shade of purple, but blue moons remind me of blue blood – humans believed to be extraordinary in some way, by themselves or others.
a named privilege
for a moon on its orbit
gift of rare vision
Can you smell my blood on your hands, the red bleeding its way to the sky, contaminating its much-hyped blue colour?
When the rarity of blue moons fades, and the sky returns to its usual multifarious shades, I wish awareness dawns on you – of atrocities committed in the belief that you are above all, you are the sky – a shade of burgundy or purple.
it’s the night
for another moon
not so blue

Excellent take Reena! The blue bloods aren’t so rare or above us all
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I wonder how the term was coined 🙂
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No idea! Must ask google!
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😍😍😍
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