#EmptyReflections
The curtain falls, the lights dim low,
An empty stage where shadows grow.
Once alive with passion, laughter, and tears,
Now holds the stillness of lingering years.

Footlights fade, the applause drifts away,
Leaving whispers of dreams that danced in the play.
The echoes of voices, now hushed in the air,
Reverberate softly—a ghostly affair.

The props stand abandoned, the costumes lie strewn,
Each thread woven tightly with stories attuned.
A spotlight remains, though its glow has grown cold,
Guarding secrets of tales that were boldly retold.

In this quiet expanse, reflections take flight,
The hopes and desires that sparkled so bright.
Here lies the magic of moments once shared,
In silence they linger, unspoken, ensnared.

The stage may be empty, but memories thrive,
In the heart of each soul who felt truly alive.
For though the performance has come to an end,
The spirit of theater will always transcend.

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