His passions veiling the sun.
There is always a hint of sadness…
Pluck me the rose, if you please.
To all the girls I’ve loved before.
White fanned bouquet
In the room the women come and go…
From one roof to the next.
Jenny takes a moment from work to answer the phone. Too bad she does not notice the monster coming up from behind her.
Act V of the Novel, “We Shall Not Be Moved.”
Act IV of the Novel, “We Shall Not Be Moved.”