A silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with its silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray.
In the stillness of morning, I watch it awake,
Glimmers of light on the surface do shake,
Each ray a whisper, a dance on the glass,
A moment suspended, as hours pass.

This mirror, a witness to laughter and tears,
To the dreams that I’ve chased through the laughter of years.
It holds my reflections, both humble and grand,
Each story imprinted, like grains of soft sand.
From the innocence of youth to the weight of the day,
It captures the essence of choices I weigh.
With every glance, I peer into time,
Finding fragments of life in rhythm and rhyme.

Sometimes it reveals the doubts I conceal,
The fears that I bury, the truths that I steal.
In its surface, I see the shadows of doubt,
The moments of silence when courage fell out.
Yet in the glow of the sun’s gentle kiss,
The mirror transforms into something like bliss.
It brightens the corners where darkness may...