The sky is black velvet and I am a shadow of charcoal moving across a field of grey.

Faces without thoughts; rhymes without not.
Catholic Woman's Journal of Recovery, Inspirational Creative Writing and Hope
The sky is black velvet and I am a shadow of charcoal moving across a field of grey.
Faces without thoughts; rhymes without not.
TBI survivor, florist, ebook author, inspired to encourage others through my writing. -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars. View more posts