*I saw the brightest moon at dawn big red and low above Kungsholmen

I sat like this and I see her pass a red signal light for flight it was 02:30 met the intersection of the red star, still close to the earth, the moon, a star that went down to the middle of the water above the canopy of all pastels in green in the dark at night seen from the lights in the parking lot from the 7th floor.

This guardian star passed over the face of the moon and touched its center sphere,

I was stunned by the beauty of the moon I then went to bed to the lullaby of the birds, what a magical night,now I understand the witches fly above and beyond and the birds from branch to branch, it's a fight for the food before the bright day when the sun takes over the night of the short.

Swedish summer night.

Above Kungsholmen's silent watch,
The moon arose, a blushing torch.
A guardian star in transit glide,
Across the moon's proud, beaming side.

At half past two, 'neath heaven's arch,
It kissed the moon, a fiery march.
The red star sank in gentle grace,
Into the water's dark embrace.

The night in pastel greens was dressed,
From seventh floor's vantage, all expressed.
The parking's lights, a dim ballet,
Of shadows long and whispers fey.

The guardian star, in its flight,
Adorned the moon with soft red light.
And I, in awe of night's ballet,
To lullabies of birds, gave day.

Witches on broomsticks, so they say,
Dance 'neath the moon's enchanting ray.
While birds from branch to branch do dart,
In pre-dawn feast, they play their part.

For soon the sun, with golden sweep,
Will claim the night, and end its keep.
In Swedish summer's fleeting trance,
Day conquers night in bright advance.
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this poem is about captures the essence of the beautiful night I experienced.