MIRRORED
When lone and solitaire within your chamber, With lamp unlit, as evening shades unroll,If you reveal the trail your thoughts are taking, I then may read the riddle of your soul.
For it is then, the tired mind unveiling, Drifts stark into the holy after-glow,Within the hour of quiet meditation, The tidal thoughts, like limpid waters, flow.
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