"When the sky sang softly," the mirror whispered,
"shadows of little giggles danced in a forgotten corner."
Can you hear them softly calling?
Children with shoes made of whispers walked past,
leaving footprints of gentle moonlight.
In the dusklit, they sing songs no one remembers
If you peek inside the mirror,
you might just see a friend from long ago,
one with eyes like twinkling empty dreams.