#EmptyReflections
The curtains fall, the lights dim low,
An empty stage, a silent show.
The echoes of applause now gone,
The actors' presence lingers on.

The props are still, the costumes hung,
The music fades, the final song sung.
The audience has all gone home,
Leaving the stage to stand alone.

But in this quiet, empty space,
There's a sense of peace, a gentle grace.
The memories of the performance past,
Will forever in this stage last.

For every show must come to an end,
But the magic of theater will always transcend.
In the silence of the empty stage,
There's a beauty that will never age.

Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name: Maximus.
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