The Mirror

The Mirror sees The Truth,

But ponders the words.

The Mirror sees the object,

But clouds The Vision.

The Mirror tells a story,

But lends itself to variation.

The Mirror tells your age,

But can lie.

The Mirror speaks of your life,

But utters nothing.

The Mirror hangs on the wall,

But adds dimension.

The Mirror shatters an image,

But shows many facets.

And as I stepped into The Mirror,

I lose all perception and gained a new facet of myself...


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