reflects more than just a physical image; it offers a moment of self-reflection, a glimpse into how we see ourselves and how we wish to be seen. They can reveal our true selves, hide our vulnerabilities, or serve as portals to memories and moments long past. In their silent presence, mirrors can remind us of the importance of self-awareness, the passage of time, and the ever-changing nature of identity.
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slipping through your fingers
like a whisper lost in the wind.
The space between us widens,
not in anger,
but in quiet surrender.
There is a gravity in holding on
that becomes weightless when you release.
A breath held too long begins to tremble..-
рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЦреНрдпрд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдП рдореЗрдВ рдЬреАрддреА рд╣реВрдБ рдореИрдВ,
рддреЗрд░реА рдореБрд╕реНрдХреБрд░рд╛рд╣рдЯ рдХреА рд░реЛрд╢рдиреА рдореЗрдВ рдЦреЛ рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реВрдБ рдореИрдВред
рдкреНрд░реАрдд рдХреЗ рдЗрд╕ рджрд╛рдорди рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╕ рддреВ рд╣реА рдмрд╕ рдЧрдпрд╛ рд╣реИ,
рддреБрдЭрд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдореЗрд░реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рд░реЛрд╢рди рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ, рдпреЗ рдореИрдВ рдЬрд╛рдирддреА рд╣реВрдБред
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A smile as golden as sunlight, the enchanting fragrance of flowers,
This cup of tea holds the peace of love and the vibrant colors of life.
In this glimpse of nature lies a gift of happiness,
May these moments stay in our hearts, becoming cherished memories.-
рджрд┐рд▓реЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдореЗрд▓ рд╣реИ рдпреЗ рдЕрдирдореЛрд▓ рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА,
рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдХрд╛ рд░рдВрдЧ рд╣реИ рдпрд╣ рд╕рдЬреАрд╡ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛рдиреАред-
рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░ рдХреА рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐ рд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдмрдирддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ,
рд╕рд╣реА рд╕реЛрдЪ рд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдорд┐рд▓рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдордВрдЬрд╝рд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рдШреЗрд░реЗред-
free to soar across vast skies,
yet bound by the invisible
threads of its own nature.
It rises with boundless hope,
flutters through moments of
turbulence, and sometimes
rests quietly on a branch,
reflecting on its journey-
Morning breaks with gentle grace,
Thoughts drift slowly, lost in space,
Time moves on, no need to chase.-
Beneath a sky of muted gray,
I walk a path I can't quite see,
A heavy weight I carry deep inside,
Feeling lost in silent uncertainty.
The world around me moves with ease,
While I remain caught in unseen chains,
Searching for a spark to light my way,
In shadows of a restless mindтАЩs refrain.
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