And so were the moments shan found herself whirling in, breezy days, cloudy nights, hazy dreams all caught up in one soul. She'd wake up at night to find her pillow wet,night gown soaked & sweat trickling from her ebony skin to the flowered bed sheet,but in the days of the four weeks of every month of the passing years, she wore a bright smile that bore into the soul of any eye that caught it and melted away every flaming erb of heart fire, a smoke that bore the white teeth of a fighting woman with a dying heart, that had long lost its reason for existence chasing shadows.
