In the quiet of the night’s embrace,
I find a mirror, still and true,
Whispering tales of a forgotten grace,
Of dreams once held, now gently askew.

Reflections dance in silver streams,
Carrying echoes of laughter and tears,
In their depths, the heart redeems,
The shadows of long-forgotten years.

The visage shifts with every sigh,
Revealing truths both old and new,
A canvas where hopes and fears lie,
In colors vivid, yet subdued.

As dawn breaks through the night’s retreat,
The mirror smiles with soft delight,
A journey of reflections complete,
Guiding the soul from dark to light.