Crimson Born

A crimson sun shines,
as roses black, they bloom;
A crimson hue of silence,
covers this earth in gloom.

A crimson river flows,
mirrors the heavens above;
The crimson flows as swiftly
as a bleeding heart in love.

Her eyes reflect the crimson light
while she, gets possessed;
The crimsons color’s our waters,
with wines never blessed.

A crimson ray of sunshine
pierces through my shade,
with it my dreams of darkness,
disappear and fade.

As she sets beyond the horizon,
the son that shall not drown;
The crimson that once lingered,
turns through persimmon brown.

Linen rays of starlight
that now stain the thorns,
cover this child with solitude,
the slithy crimson born.

 

 

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

as the crimson river flows, I walk along the bank and hope to meet you before the estuary.

as the crimson river flows,
I walk along the bank
and hope to meet you before the estuary.

2 thoughts on “Crimson Born

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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