Our own eyes

[swiftwings62]

In glowing throngs, they stand, a sea of light,

Each face aglow, but not from stage's blaze.

In hands, small screens cast artificial night,

Capturing moments, lost in digital maze.

Their eyes, not on the spectacle, but small screen,

On pixels that record, not feel the beat.

They miss the magic moment's rise and fall,

The thrill of life that no

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