There goes override, as she turns around on her heels.With swift hand gesture – all goes beyond their believe.The turntable plays fine music of jazzShe
Breath was turning into white fog.Hands held cup of tea from thermos.“It’s sure getting darker these days.”I nodded at my fellow crew member. Standing guard
“Can you imagine what this heart is seeking for?” The grey in streaks, The purple bleaks And faint resounding made-up lore. Would you ignore?
Let’s never cease to amaze And boost each other! In ways we care to admit or disagree. To be free and creative From pens end
Original Story: “Entry 43”
The ruckus caused by someone had made quite the show by now.