In the quiet gleam of silver glass,
Lies a world both near and far,
Echoes of the past gently pass,
Leaving glimpses of who we are.

The mirror whispers tales untold,
Of dreams once lost, of stories bold,
A silent guide through days of old,
In its depths, mysteries unfold.

Each glance a dance with shadow’s grace,
A fleeting glimpse of a familiar face,
In stillness, time finds its place,
Carving paths we long to trace.

Yet in each reflection’s tender art,
Lies a journey, a new start,
A mirrored soul, a beating heart,
In its gaze, we find our part.