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THE MIRRORED WORLD

“In the mirror, I saw not just a reflection, but an infinite landscape – both beautiful and cruel. A world too vast to escape, yet too fragile to embrace.”

A mirrored world – boundless, deceptive,

We live within its depths, reflective.

And yet, a fleeting truth appears,

When joy’s rare smile dissolves our fears.

Destiny grants us dreams to claim,

Yet dreams are shadows—lost in flame.

They come, they go, like restless tides,

And in their wake, our soul abides.

Life is brief, or so it seems,

Yet endless when it cradles dreams.

Each fleeting year, a tender page,

Where youth and wonder meet with age.

Ships roar against the harbour walls,

Lions bow where twilight calls.

Beneath forgotten wealth decays,

Yet beauty lingers in its haze.

A youthful heart grows old, resigned,

The eyes grow dim, the soul confined.

Yet still, we find the strength to rise,

And greet the garden, clear of lies.