When the sun sleeps, and stars do wink,
The invisible mirror begins to blink.
Petal whispers, trembles giggles,
A dance of moons, with symbiotic wiggles.
Did you know that mirrors can feel?
They hold dreams that quietly conceal.
Listen closely, beyond the veils,
Trust the whispers, trust the tales.
Little shadows play hide and seek,
With gentle voices, they softly speak.
Magic secrets in a twirled curl,
Just ask the mirror, give it a whirl!