Aug 18, 2008
Walking wombs. Are women but walking wombs? We wait, we wait, we wait to be wooed. Our womb is our wealth, our womb is our worth. And our weakness : we wilt. We become worthless weeping willows/widows, waiting to be whirled outside this world. But we wanted only one thing, one wish, which was to be without worries - to be
with.
Music
,wholesome new wave,
Film
Books
,old books,
Artists