In the quiet solitude of a room,
Stands a mirror, holding time,
Its surface whispers secrets,
Of lives entwined in silent mime.

Faces change, yet stories stay,
Etched in glass, a timeless play,
Each gaze meets its own truth,
In reflections, youth and decay.

The mirror holds a thousand tales,
Of laughter, tears, and dreams unfurled,
A silent witness to the dance,
Of every soul in this wide world.

So stand before the mirror’s gaze,
Embrace the truths it softly shows,
For in its depths, a universe,
Of endless echoes softly glows.