In silvered glass, a world’s reflection lies,
A mirror, an oracle of truth and guise.
A surface that holds both secrets and light,
Echoing tales of day and veiled night.
Its silvered face, an unyielding canvas,
Captures the essence, the soul’s nuances.
Reflecting visages, each face it meets,
Mirroring joys, and sorrows it greets.
Yet beyond mere glass and its reflecting sheen,
Lies a deeper metaphor, a narrative unseen.
For in life’s grand theater, we too play a part,
Reflections of the soul, a mirrored heart.
Sometimes it mimics, exact in replication,
Other times, distorts in playful aberration.
A mirror’s truth, a subtle, shifting guise,
Revealing layers beneath, where honesty lies.
With cracks that mar its once flawless view,
Each fracture echoes what time can accrue.
Scars on the surface, a story etched deep,
A mirror’s wisdom in the scars it keeps.
So, in life’s reflection, as we journey through,
Let’s grasp the truths a mirror may imbue.
For in its reflections, both clear and unclear,
We find the fragments that make us sincere.