When poetry stains my porcelain hands,
And ink drips from fingertips,
And restless they do twitch,
My heart will sing in a hundred different colours.
-Essie Parker Walsh.
The Perfectionist.
Poetry
Poetry
When poetry stains my porcelain hands,
And ink drips from fingertips,
And restless they do twitch,
My heart will sing in a hundred different colours.
-Essie Parker Walsh.
Essie P.W 