Bright lights everywhere,
Distant voices indicate a fair.
In the dead of night where sleeping souls lie,
Such a party is hard to come by.
Music, chaos, peace but fun,
A rhythm and a beat from peculiar drums.
Looking back and reminisce,
The sudden shower of rain brought me back as a daydream fades away like an early morning mist.
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
PoetryTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
