The paparazzi pursued a
figure,
A thespian.
She was dazzling in her
outfit,
The flash bursts made
her look literally like a star;
The star-struck people
gathered around her
With placards and
banners.
She had attained
stardom.
But what I could see was
her silhouette,
Coz I couldn’t find her
genuine self.
The glare of publicity
had covered up
Her own self.
Her own self.
Should this be the
attitude?
She fails to realize that the Limelight
Lives short.
She fails to realize that the Limelight
Lives short.
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