Crimson to Crimson

 

D. C. Chambial

 

 

Crimson in the east:

hope springs like bud

from the dark night.

 

Crimson in the west:

journeys through dark

on the endless sea.

 

White ablaze at noon:

fusion of hope,

fission of doubt.

 

Crimson to crimson

through white ablaze build a bridge

to bridge here and above.

 

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