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All those years
set on fire,
with a simple spark
of a lie.
There’s no going
forward,
when two souls
don’t want
to try.
And fairytales
matter no more,
when the magic
ceases to work.
And the colors fade
to nothingness,
and the cords play
tunes berserk.

-Imrana Tak

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In my next birth

In my next birth,
I want to be the moon
To admire the beauty of the earth,
From a million miles afar
To share the secrets of the night owls,
Who cry their hearts out after dusk
Who entrust theirselves to the twilight,
Both the whole and broken ones
Who find comfort in watching me,
When love fails every day
And though they’re left terribly alone,
They’ll know I’m here to stay
-Imrana Tak©

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All those years
set on fire,
with a simple spark
of a lie.
There’s no going
forward,
when two souls
don’t want
to try.
And fairytales
matter no more,
when the magic
ceases to work.
And the colors fade
to nothingness,
and the chords play
tunes berserk.

-Imrana Tak©