I find a mirror on the wayside and see a beautiful reflection of me. I fall in love with the mirror and the reflection. I mourn the breaking of the mirror. I regret the loss of the reflection. And in darkness of my grief I never realize that I am the beauty that was being reflected. Its as simple and as stupid as that.
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I stand in the hall of thousand mirrors and from where it stands, each mirror reflects me differently. I stand lost, bewildered. Darkness falls. In aloneness, I see myself in my own light. And I need mirrors no longer..
And that is why darkness, aloneness and breaking of mirrors is of much importance in our lives.
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I stand in the hall of thousand mirrors and from where it stands, each mirror reflects me differently. I stand lost, bewildered. Darkness falls. In aloneness, I see myself in my own light. And I need mirrors no longer..
And that is why darkness, aloneness and breaking of mirrors is of much importance in our lives.
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