In the Mirror
What I see,
When the mirror faces me,
Is the optical illusion of
diffracted white light,
reflected from the surface of glass:
Its material causes light to enter it under differing wavelengths,
As the inward direction is at an angle,
The consequence is a change in speed,
But because the frequency of visible light
Can never be altered,
light is fractioned,
And a spectrum is formed.
i.e.: A pretty mirror shows me light!
A rainbow, and it encompasses me!
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