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Mira Dec 4
Always coming back to this place,
it takes away the reality of my shoulders.
It’s walls mirror my soul,
settling peace as long as I stare.

It’s trees gently sway in the breeze,
thoughts drifting like leaves-
to a place untouched by time.

Someday, perhaps, I’ll share this place
but for now, it remains mine,
till the warmth of the sunset welcomes another.

— The End —