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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Solace is my companion best,
Exploring within is like a fest,
As I sit in silence, thoughts emerge,
I seamlessly stitch them with words diverge.
My passion is new, but talent is old ,
As many a time, magic with words I unfold.
Exploring within is like a fest,
As I sit in silence, thoughts emerge,
I seamlessly stitch them with words diverge.
My passion is new, but talent is old ,
As many a time, magic with words I unfold.
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