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In the mirror’s reflection, my face unveils, A story etched, a soul that prevails. Amber eyes, deep and wise, Mirrors of a life with diverse skies.

Chestnut hair, witness to time’s passing flow, Like a meandering river, a life that intertwines and grows. A straight nose, pillar of an asserted identity, A sensual mouth, with smiles defined.

Wrinkles, fine engravings, traces of existence, Each one an experience, a rebirth, a resilience. Silver hair, like snow on peaks so high, Symbols of wisdom gained as rhymes pass by.

In this mirror, I see a face that has lived, A face that has loved, laughed, and wept. A face that has learned, grown, and matured, A face that has embraced life, in all its splendor and fury, pure.

This face, it is mine, authentic and true, Worn with pride, without detour or fear anew. For it reflects my essence, my soul profound, A symphony of emotions, a melody without bound.

In this mirror, I see the beauty of being, Beyond appearances, beyond words needing freeing. For true beauty lies within the soul, the heart, In the inner richness, in the creative spark.