In the glass that reflects our outward view, Lies a world of secrets, both old and new. A pome of mirror, a looking glass, In its silvery depths, reflections amass.
It captures the image of who we are, Each line, each wrinkle, each distant star. A truth-teller, it does not disguise, In the pome of mirror, our self-realization lies.
But a mirror can be more than just the face, It's a portal to different times and space. It holds memories, stories, and more, In its reflective surface, the past we explore.
It's a symbol of introspection and self-discovery, A tool to see beyond our outer cover. In its silent gaze, we often find, A deeper understanding of the human mind.
So when you gaze upon your reflection there, In the pome of mirror, take a moment to care. For it's not just glass, but a doorway to grace, A reflection of your unique, beautiful face.
