The stage lights hum, a golden glow,
They cast their beams, set scenes aglow.
In pools of light, a story spins,
Where dreams take shape and life begins.

They rise and fall like breath’s own flow,
Bright halos high, soft shadows low.
Each shifting hue, a tale unfurls,
A dance of light in hidden worlds.

From softest blush to burning white,
They paint the stage in pure delight.
They follow steps, the lines, the cues,
And bathe the stage in reds and blues.

They hold the cast in tender gaze,
In silent cheers, in whispered praise.
A guiding warmth, a watchful eye,
They lift the scenes, let spirits fly.

In empty seats or roaring crowds,
The lights remain, both fierce and proud.
The final bow, the curtain falls,
But stage lights stay—their glow recalls.

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