poems Ink runs from t… March 2, 2013March 2, 2013by heather anne Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. Mark Strand Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Poetry’s good for the soul. Mm Mm good. 🙂