poem


theater

old building fillled with history,
ancient spirits wrapped in old clothing
gathered together to see a play,
stage is a dusty mirror.

a huge mirror descends from the ceiling
hiding the entire stage,
wall of mirror between audience and stage.
audience becomes actor,
actor becomes public,
stage is a perfect mirror.



Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2012-03-11 at 18:09

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
As Shakespeare said: '' All the worlds a stage , all have their parts to play. Each has their entrees and exits '' .
Ken D Williams
2012-03-11



absolutely true :) thank you for sharing
2012-03-11