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Shrouded Reflections
Prompt: Write a poem of what you perceive from the image.
Amidst the mist's embrace,
reflections distort and curve,
Hidden in the shroud of mystery,
Where shadows twirl in elegant shapes,
And whispers linger, felt but unheard.
Every step forward is a leap of trust,
Through the uncertainty's haze,
Where memories twinkle like far-off stars,
And dreams meander through the fog's grasp.
In this obscure world of fleeting truths,
The soul's mirror finds no clear picture,
Just fragments of the self, scattered and rearranged,
In the mystical play of light and dark.
In the midst of the encompassing quiet,
A subtle understanding starts to emerge,
That sometimes clarity isn't found in vision, But in embracing the hidden reflections.
© Simrans
Amidst the mist's embrace,
reflections distort and curve,
Hidden in the shroud of mystery,
Where shadows twirl in elegant shapes,
And whispers linger, felt but unheard.
Every step forward is a leap of trust,
Through the uncertainty's haze,
Where memories twinkle like far-off stars,
And dreams meander through the fog's grasp.
In this obscure world of fleeting truths,
The soul's mirror finds no clear picture,
Just fragments of the self, scattered and rearranged,
In the mystical play of light and dark.
In the midst of the encompassing quiet,
A subtle understanding starts to emerge,
That sometimes clarity isn't found in vision, But in embracing the hidden reflections.
© Simrans
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