“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” —T.S. Eliot
So delve deep my friends…
A world of you and me
Condescending numerous others You’ve mystified my mind I find you curiously enticing Like a bottle of the finest wine Your personality is fascinating and inviting Full of great character and wit […]
THE RED DRESS
By Wendy Norman You linger there feeling the dust settle in Weighed down with guilty sin We used to dance Now I walk in a trance Abandoned in a heap With Joy […]
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