Come poets and bards, all scribes and bloggers, Bring to life the visions of February, Heated, passionate,

what else but on Fire as in a Film that succumbed to Freedom and that Andrea wrote in Dream Voices of how when where and why she cared so much when forgetting would be better when such difficult sadness goes down many Veces Up to the minute, a poem is a name Undocumented and Liberated