In the glass, I see a face,
A shadowed truth, a hidden grace.
Eyes that gleam with stories untold,
A silent echo, a heart grown cold.
The mirror speaks in whispered tones,
Revealing secrets, breaking bones.
Each gaze, a journey to the past,
A fleeting moment, a spell cast.
Beneath the surface, lies a tale,
Of dreams that soared, and those that failed.
Reflections dance in twilight’s glow,
A silent witness to all I know.
Yet in the depths, a light does gleam,
A spark of hope, a distant dream.
The mirror holds a world so vast,
A timeless realm, where shadows cast.