My image is perfect
An infinite duality of reality
I am crisp and clear
No ripples mar my surface
With edges cut clean and sharp
Only fog, splatter, and tarnish can gray what’s reflected
Many stop to take a glimpse in me
To admire their own likeness
I capture what I see within my crystal trap
Their colors, shapes, and textures unique
Refracting light displaying rainbows of life in my prism
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