My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
Friday, February 14, 2014
February Air [Poetry]
Dregs of coffee leave an omen at the bottom of a cold cup; February air brings lackluster love & frigid hearts, making candor out of ardor. Copyright 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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