Infinite Reflection

In the depths of a mirrored hall, two figures stand apart, Their reflections dance, a silent, endless heart. The walls, a canvas white, embrace the space, A minimalist's dream, where shadows find their place. The men in suits, a tale of modernity, Stand lost in thought, in this infinity. Their footsteps quiet, on the polished floor, Echoes of solitude, forever more. The light, a gentle touch, that caresses the scene, Reveals the beauty, in the mundane, serene. In this world of glass and white, they find their stage, A reflection of our own, in this endless age. A moment captured, in time and space, A story told, of the human pace. The artwork whispers, of the paths we choose, And the reflections, that our choices produce.