How she wanted to paint the room A nice white, like a lily bloom. Since Ecru, Ivory or Buff Would never be enough To rid it of the dusty gloom. -Celeste, the AIM studios
It was a move she had to make. It was time, for goodness sake. To detonate her desire, Would set her on fire. Who knew that’s all it would take.
I am not a photographer, but that doesn’t keep me from trying.
With a deep breath, she took the stage. No more worries about her age. The impression she made, Was not likely to fade. Her confidence was all the rage.