A glass so flat, a silent twin,
Shows what you do, from where you've been.
A face looks back, a fleeting sight,
Reflecting darkness, shining light.
A poet's heart, a glassy pane,
Catches a whisper, joy, or pain.
Turns simple thoughts to words so clear,
So others see themselves held dear.
A gentle hint, a hopeful gleam,
To soothe a doubt, to chase a dream.
The mirror held, a world inside,
Where common feelings can reside.
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