Lost Films
In shadows of the cinematic past,
Lost films, memories that couldn't last.
Celluloid dreams, now obscured,
Echoes of narratives, once assured.
Frames that held enchanting tales,
Now vanished, lost in time's cruel trails.
Footage gone from screens in an unmarked grave,
A silent era's whispered grace.
Flickering images, a vanished trace,
Icons on reels, once brightly spun, now misplaced.
Unseen performances, a muted song,
Lost films, where do they belong?
Cellulose whispers, lost in decay,
Neglected reels, dreams led astray.
Archive shadows, a filmic abyss,
Vanished moments, a silent miss.
Directors' visions, actors' play,
All buried in time's decay.
Cinematic ghosts in the reel's demise,
Lost films, where nostalgia lies.
Yearning for the silver screen's embrace.
Now confined to history's trace.
Echoes linger.
Lost films, a bittersweet rhyme,
Imagined scenes lost in the sands of time.
Gone forever but never forgotten.
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