The Red Dot
O Bright,
Red Sun centered,
On the horizon wide,
Mirrors the Red Dot adorning
A bride.
Melting,
Its hues diffused,
The red Sunlight shimmers,
The sacred Dot too in bride’s eye
Glimmers.
Crimson,
Pure, unblemished,
Both shine on faithfully,
Till the eclipse falls, and life sings
Dead song.
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