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Theatre

Theatre! You are my soul that I lost somewhere,

You take our hearts in another world,

Immortal eternity hides in clown’s hair,

We find it on the stage, in the leading role.

Only voice of a sleepy faith,

Soft whisper of the magic curtains,

Made us believe in impossible grace -

Author’s muse raises above the performance.

Theatre! You are mystery aisles and stalls,

Where I want to live, create and love,

Stage runs the show with Royal balls,

You go on the “fully booked” path.

I wipe my tears of happiness and sorrow,

With pinch of fear, pain and laugh,

Performing a breathtaking horror

You get a world fame and our hearts.

A standing ovation is the best award

For living in the Juliet’s paradise,

For Genius’ sweat and blood,

You get loud applause as a prize.

Theatre! Let me glance at your secret world,

Let me pray in the temple of goodness,

I will get solace for my wounded soul.

“Show must go on!” – as someone promised.