A MOMENT
THESE WORDS I WRITE ARE LIKE FLOATING CLOUDS THAT ACCUMULATE ABOVE WITH THE SMELL OF RAIN IN THE AIR A SAVORY TASTE OF WINE UPON MY LIPS SATISFYING MY SOUL AND SPIRIT LETS PULL UP THE CURTAIN TO BEGIN THE PLAY THAT WILL TRANSFORM WITHIN A MOMENT TO DREAM A DREAM A MEMORY AS EACH ROLL PLAYED FOR ME... Sign in to see full entry.