Curtains unveils minds never at ease
Turning pictures; illusion's reflections
Draped in costumes of fairy tales;
Fairy wands, and glass shoes.
Cherry lips smile in perfection,
As rabbits hopped behind the running clock
in a daze, to an audience of none.
Cheerful voices inside;
Ceaseless emotions taking stage
Staring back; dark eyes in red and gold,
Powder lingers as dust on an enchanted warfare
Between the curtains and life.
Dances stayed in rhythmic echoes
Losing grip on gravity,
More laughter, more tears, more applause;
More lights.
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