Mirror of Twilight
Songs are heard at twilight;
They gnaw at the mind
And pierce the soul.
Rhythms from the mirror summon,
Soon beckoning with revelation.
A door opens,
And mystery transforms into a pathway.
You are pulled, led, and guided,
Emerging as a different version of yourself.
The mirror reveals the hidden treasures of the night.
July 3, 2026
Nette Onclaud,
Finish In Ten Poetry Contest.
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