Unknown Crimson
A love poem to a muse never met
By Md Abu Salehin
It was the night of the crimson moon,
I fell in love with her.
The gradient glow she makes
Is far greater than the mighty sun's.
Her rage could burn the fire,
Yet nothing looked more beautiful than her.
Her smile was so sweet
Even the sugar itself would feel shy around her.
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She was the one I never met,
Nor do I know her name,
Yet she followed me in my mind
And became the crimson unknown.
She became my crimson moon.