The Face of Your "Women" Writers

The demon of the wild wind has sewn shut all the lips! I take my hands away from my face. I will no longer hide my weeping. The tears pour down the tears pour down my cheeks. I take my hands away from my face let it not stay hidden from the eyes of the world the story of the tears that, with the ink of love, brought the tale of the sewn lips onto the petals of the wild poppies. Grieving unveiled before the eyes of the world tears rain down on our bloody face ...