In the quiet of the night, I gaze,
Into the mirror’s silent face,
A world unfolds, a story untold,
Reflections of the soul, bold and cold.
The shadows dance, a gentle waltz,
Whispers of dreams and quiet faults,
A tapestry of time, woven with care,
In the glass, I find my stare.
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
In the mirror, each one believes,
A journey through the heart’s refrain,
In the silence, joy and pain.
Yet in this glass, a truth revealed,
A space where all wounds are healed,
Reflection holds a tender grace,
In its depths, I find my place.