In the corner of my quiet room,
A silver mirror hangs, poised and still,
Capturing moments like a silent loom,
Reflecting life with an impartial skill.
When the golden sun's rays softly stream,
Through the window, casting a warm embrace,
The mirror awakens from its silver dream,
To illuminate the space with grace.
In its silvery surface, shadows dance,
A play of light and dark, a subtle trance,
Each detail revealed in its honest view,
A silent witness to the world's debut.
Oh, silver mirror, faithful and true,
You reveal what others may misconstrue,
In your gentle glow, life's essence beams,
Capturing reality in reflective streams....!!!
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