She looked distraughted throughout the whole play
Her mind bogged with unfinished sentences
Her surrounding was so much more than it used to
The backdrop didn't help but remained black,
Her worries and face, pale as cream.
She yelled out loud,
And the next thing we knew, she wasn't living anymore.
The flower bloomed that very day,
But withered quickly within a matter of hours.
She managed to grasp onto something true,
However it turned out to be the wind.
Ho! I'm looking for a cardigan that's sleeveless, v-neck with buttons.
And it's so hard to find! Tsk.
I'll continue shopping tomorrow with Bee!
Macbeth play at NAFA with Monns, June and Greg.
Starring Rosemary.
They made me laugh:)
I'm glad I wasn't on my own all along.
That's more than enough.
