heavy curtains hang the windows
but I can feel the morning on the other side
that, like a lover at last coming
to bed, signals the time to scratch blank sheet
finally, the desire to write
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
heavy curtains hang the windows
but I can feel the morning on the other side
that, like a lover at last coming
to bed, signals the time to scratch blank sheet
