In front of the mirror

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In front of the mirror, again,
my eyes meet their reflection.
With a fixed gaze,
as if wanting to pierce the glass
and tear with each piece

the essence that I keep in shadows,
the lost dreams, the broken echoes,
the stifled laughter, the silent cries,
a labyrinth of forgotten longings.

In this instant, time stands still,
and the brightness of the soul lends itself to play,
with dancing shadows, with lights that burn,
in an eternal game of loving and forgetting.

In that reflection, with sincere eyes,
at last I recognise my fears and longings,
and though the fragile crystal cannot retain
the strength of the soul that wants to be reborn.

In front of the mirror, again,
my eyes meet their reflection,
and in that gaze, the courage that settles,
life is reborn, dissolving abandonment.