2nd version of poem
On this mid-Autumn Festival night, We hold hands that have clasped firmly Through over 50 mid-Autumn Festivals Dearest Pam, look up to your left A bright yellow ball Is bolted to the black sky Look through the drifting cottony clouds Can you see a lantern so white and bright? Fifty Mid-Autumns, hand in hand, Fingers laced, as we always planned. Through the years that clouded and the years that cleared, Your light was always somehow near. The mid-Autumn moon still find a way to shine A reminder that even on a hazy night, On this mid-Autumn Festival night There's always something beautiful and bright.
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Poem for video
Mid-Autumn, 25 September 2026
Tonight the grey clouds drift and glide,
A cottony veil drawn across the sky,
Shrouding the full moon's light.
As the Mid-Autumn night goes by.
We stand as two silver Seniors,
Hand in hand, fingers laced.
Through fifty Mid-Autumn Festivals now,
Each one by the other's side.
Dear Pam, look up, to your left!
Look past the cottony clouds that roam.
There, a bright yellow lantern.
Bolted to the black sky, our own.
Can you see it?
Through the thinning drifts of white,
It glows as it always has.
Patient, round, and bright.
And I think of us, my love:
Of the years that clouded and cleared.
Of the hazy nights we weathered.
With the light still somehow near.
For the moon has always found a way,
As you have found a way to me.
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On this night of 25 September, 2026
On this mid-Autumn Festival night,
Grey clouds drift, glide and wave past
Drag a veil to shroud a bright full moon
On this mid-Autmn Festival night,
We hold hands that have clasped firmly
Through over 50 mid-Autumn Festivals
Dear Pam, look up to your left
A bright yellow ball
Is bolted to the black sky
Look through the drifting cottony clouds
Can you see it?
The mid-Autumn moon still find a way to shine
A reminder that even on a hazy night,
On this mid-Autum Festival night above us
There's always something beautiful and bright.
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Create a better poem from the following:
On this mid-Autumn Festival night,
On this 25 September 2026 night.
Grey clouds drift, wave and glide
Drag a veil to shroud a moon full and bright.
On this mid-Autumn Festival night,
We hold hands that have clasped firmly
Through over 50 mid-Autumn Festivals
Dearest Pam, look up to your left
A bright yellow ball
Is bolted to the black sky
Look through the drifting cottony clouds
Can you see a lantern so white and bright?
Fifty Mid-Autumns, hand in hand, Fingers laced, as we always planned. Through the years that clouded and the years that cleared, Your light was always somehow near.
The mid-Autumn moon still find a way to shine
A reminder that even on a hazy night,
On this mid-Autumn Festival night
There's always something beautiful and bright.
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