Broken Spell Poem by Ashvini Swamy

Broken Spell



I was a first class magician
I could conjure a thousand red lanterns in thy gloomy sky
I could levitate a heart from the depths of despair
Master of smoke and mirrors that eluded the hurt
But my magic is gone
And my wands broken
A dagger in the back, your love token…..

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