how my feet stumble
how my hands tremble
how my breath quivers
how my heart wavers
when she walks into the room,
daughter of the moon
YOU ARE READING
Stage Play
Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
