Return to Top
A voice like wind rustling through blackberry bushes.
Its words prick like needles piercing the soul.
My heart plunders as it commands me to speak.
Nerves and thoughts stumble in my mind.
My turn to speak, my mouth opened wide, and…
Let Us Hear It
A whir speaks.
A voice like wind rustling through blackberry bushes.
Its words prick like needles piercing the soul.
My heart plunders as it commands me to speak.
Nerves and thoughts stumble in my mind.
My turn to speak, my mouth opened wide, and…
