author - "Wardha Jawdat"
Verse, honeydipped and lovingly glazed.
On 28th July 2010, four people boarded flight ED202, along with 149 other passengers. It was to be their last.
These drabbles are based on true events. Dedicated to all 153 souls who were lost on 28th of July.
Verse ..an echo of the pain that screams endlessly in the pitless chasm that is Love.
Poetry from the deep cavernous bends of my mind.
Loss is inevitable. And the acceptance of loss is not an event but a journey of denial, of hatred, of anger, of aching and somehow finding the sanity to survive.
This is a subtle expression of every woman's story.
Poems I've been writing since I was a teenager; Expressions which I hope to share with people who hum to the rhythm that I sing to.
Verse, honeydipped and lovingly glazed.
On 28th July 2010, four people boarded flight ED202, along with 149 other passengers. It was to be their last.
These drabbles are based on true events. Dedicated to all 153 souls who were lost on 28th of July.
Verse ..an echo of the pain that screams endlessly in the pitless chasm that is Love.
Poetry from the deep cavernous bends of my mind.
Loss is inevitable. And the acceptance of loss is not an event but a journey of denial, of hatred, of anger, of aching and somehow finding the sanity to survive.
This is a subtle expression of every woman's story.
Poems I've been writing since I was a teenager; Expressions which I hope to share with people who hum to the rhythm that I sing to.