Fabled to reflect souls
Filled with secrets untold
An item of immortality
with its fragile heart
Filled with kindness or cruelty
A being of many personalities
A marveled work of art
unlike any other
Unduly playing its part
Hung on a wall or even a cupboard
Ode to all mothers
that man in the mirror
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