The face of the clock
The time disolves in the air
A marriage, a little exchange of vows
A little bits of table manners
Time,hours ,minutes passing in the glass clock. A stream of sand,silica and tears.
It was a night of tears and sorrow.
Doubt was planted in his heart by Satan, he whispered into the confessional box. A tear..a lonely tear down his cheek.
She was a nun on a mission to convert Hollywood to holywood.