In the quiet of the morning light,
A mirror stands, reflecting the dawn,
Casting shadows of the night,
Where dreams and reality are drawn.
The glass, a canvas of silent tales,
Holds the echoes of forgotten years,
Whispering secrets in soft veils,
Of laughter, love, and hidden fears.
Each glance reveals a story old,
Of moments lost in the river of time,
Memories in silver and gold,
Dancing to an unspoken rhyme.
Yet, as the day fades to night,
The mirror stands, a loyal friend,
Reflecting truth in the fading light,
Until time and space softly blend.