the white sheet

That was a misty winter night
We of course lit the fire together
Just little fire and
more and more unjust smoke.
Not sure that we tried to
flame it up
for once we threw our firewood
in the greater sea.
What remained was then
a combination of mist and smoke.
Little white and little grey.
But tell me one thing,
was that really a milky white sheet,
covering us in those moments?

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A Blue Moon Night ...

Those more-than-equal friends
were sitting inside to meditate
or to jump within themselves.
It was then the dogs started barking.
Our less-than-equal friend
who was sitting outside
jumped onto the way
to bring back the 'meditative' silence
if not to stone the dogs away.
Though the first dogs stopped barking
next dogs started
and so the other dogs in the region.
The blue moon sky
was still black then.

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