There is a death in every morning
And there is light in every night
Tomorrow I’ll forget as always,
Today I see your image bright.
In every hope there is a moment
You lose yourself, consumed by pain,
I live to dream that special omen
Yet to wake up and die again.
Maira Bakenova is a writer and a part-time mathematician who believes in the power of words and creative thinking. Loves fantasy, science fiction, singing and solving sudoku puzzles. Find her writing here
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