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The sun hides behind the cloud
Dark and Cold it was that morning
And no room for hope
But still somewhere in the corner
Of my heart I saw a gleaming light
Was it real..
Or reflection of
The self!?
For we see nothing but reflections.
And then the gushing wind blew through the valley
Unveiling the old and ancient.
Standing mightily in front.
Our eyes glistered!
The magnificent stood straight
Unaltered by any emotion.