She never really had a voice Just a whisper in the faceless saying something wasn’t a choice, screaming was rendered useless. Her feet joined the thousand beats that shattered the restless city their souls rose above the heat chanting a bushmans lil ditty.
I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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Charlie Ann Alford 