Whispers of the Reflective Soul

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In the quiet depths of introspection's sea,
Reflection dances, revealing truth to me.
A mirror of moments, both bright and dim,
Whispers of the past in its rhythmic hymn.

Silent echoes of choices once made,
In the tranquil pond, their ripples cascade.
Contours of memories etched on the glass,
Reflecting the journey, the shadows that pass.

Through the looking glass of time I gaze,
Contours of growth in life's intricate maze.
Lessons learned, like a sunset's embrace,
Reflection paints wisdom on time's canvas grace.

In the stillness, whispers of self unfold,
A tapestry woven, a story retold.
Mirror of the soul, a profound connection,
In the sacred act of quiet reflection.
                                    - Asavi Kapadia

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