In the silent room where echoes rest,
The mirror whispers tales untold,
Reflecting dreams both lost and blessed,
In silvered depths, the heart unfolds.

Each glance unveils a hidden truth,
A dance of light, a shadow’s play,
The whispered secrets of our youth,
In mirrored worlds, we find our way.

Through time’s embrace, the visage shifts,
A journey carved in lines of age,
Yet in its gaze, the spirit lifts,
In every line, a story’s page.

So stand before the glass and see,
The soul’s reflection, pure and clear,
In every flaw, a melody,
The mirror’s whisper, ever near.