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Jan 14
The mind, a soul's playmate, a transient guide.
One instant an ally, the next a tempest ride.
Its beauty can entice, so handle it carefully, like a delicate dream.
To prevent it from straying too far from you, tether it gently.
But keep your focus always, for you must return to your soul.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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