As daylight fade and dusk appears,
Decision are made as things get clear.Coins thrown reluctantly into a wishing well,
Fading hope of a miracle lingering and dwell.Mind made up as the night draws close,
A unknown narrator starts his prose.It could be a movie, maybe even a dream,
I guess we'll never know what this is,
As things are never what they seem.~Alis Grace.
YOU ARE READING
ALIS GRACE
شِعرTHE 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...