Silent shimmers from the pale, lonely moon,
Chirping bugs came alive closer to the end of noon.
Rustling leaves dance rhythmically in the calm, slow wind,
Twinkling stars shines bright as I look up, smile, then grin.
As dew settles upon sleeping petals in this garden,
Welcomed happiness enters my heart as I obtain mother nature's pardon.
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
PoesíaTHE 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...
