Elegy of the Stage

In the twilight of the theater, where shadows softly fall, Four ballerinas stand, their beauty enthralling all. Their tutus, like clouds, surround them in gentle hue, As they pose, lost in thought, their dreams anew. The stage, a canvas, reflects their ethereal form, A dance of light and shadow, a waltz to perform. Their movements, a symphony, a harmony so fine, A celebration of elegance, a beauty divine. In this moment, they are free, their spirits unconfined, As they dance, their hearts beating, their souls aligned. The painting, a testament to their art and grace, A snapshot of a moment, a fleeting, ethereal space.