A melancholic disco ball, suspended in the night,
Spinning in solitude, in the soft dim light.
Once vibrant and dazzling, now dulled and gray,
Longing for the music and the vibrant display.

Reflecting on memories of joy and delight,
But those moments have faded, like stars out of sight.
A silent observer of the empty dance floor,
Where laughter once echoed, now it's heard no more.

Each spin is a sigh, each glimmer a tear,
For the days of euphoria have disappeared.
A melancholic disco ball, a shimmering rue,
In a world that has moved on, leaving it askew.

Yet in its somber sparkle, a beauty remains,
A testament to moments, joys, and pains.
A symbol of resilience, it continues to hang,
A melancholic disco ball, in its silent pang.


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