Is the smoke humming — the world is burning slowly or is it etching blatantly — shattered, shattered, shattered are your dreams on the face of my heart? Or did the broken pieces of cinders consumed the dark puff when the boisterous wind howled over them; the dead sparks flew swiftly together to sew one another, and now, dangling, mingling, singing nonchalantly — Reignite! Reignite! Reignite! - Sumit Asrani
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