In the darkness, the mirror stands,
Cold and silent, without commands.
No lies to hide, no mask to wear,
It shows me truth, raw and bare.
The face I see is lined with pride,
Every flaw I tried to hide.
The king I was, the crown I lost,
Now reflects the painful cost.
Each crack reveals the things I’ve done,
The battles lost, the wars I’ve won.
Yet in this glass, I see it clear,
The person I became out of fear.
No throne remains, no grandeur tall,
Just a man who’s faced his fall.
The mirror speaks without a sound,
In truth, I find solid ground.
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Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...
