Feathers and jazz Music to her ears Flights of fancy Drenched in tears Passion flaring From heart of gold Daring, exuberant New Orleans bold Silence is deafening Sounds of eternity An angel was born They call her Serenity
(nothing...nothing feels right - this can not be - no)
It'll never be quite the same, so many lovely members no longer here....I'm thankful for the archives and thd old threads in the discussion forums. I didn't know many of them well at all, but i miss them nonetheless. This was beautiful Miss deVine.