Today,
Heart revived
From the trance
In its illusive bed
When,
The rose of love
Crushed its soul
With loves nail
And
Death died,
When the thorn
Of love, pierced its core
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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One of your tersest, and most lyric poems!
I adore this.
Richard Vallance,
Ottawa, Ontario,
CANADA
Sandie Angel :o)
Keep up the good work
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sasha