Early morning texts with a friend,
Laughter for hours on end.
Chatter about simple things under the moon,
The tale in books, and iced coffee in the noon.
Early morning texts as the crickets echo in my ear,
These early morning moments is what I hold so dear.
~Alis Grace.
YOU ARE READING
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...
