In the silent whispers of the glass,
Where shadows dance and secrets pass,
A world unfolds beneath the sheen,
Of dreams untold and sights unseen.

Gaze into the shimmering light,
Where echoes of the soul take flight,
A mirror holds the stories old,
Of whispered truths and courage bold.

Beneath the surface, time stands still,
A canvas where the heart can spill,
Its joys, its fears, its deepest hue,
Reflections of the self, anew.

In every glance, a tale retold,
Of lives entwined, of hearts consoled,
The mirror’s dance, a timeless lore,
Of what has been and what’s in store.