#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,...