When
twilight falls
on the darkened stage -
whispering shadows flit by,
their beauty hidden
by the slow
dance.
About Me
- Lia
- "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more: it is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare (Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5)
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