Poetry Books by
Whitney Aumack
A singer of silent songs In the never-ending night Calling to the weary The current of my mind runs rapid Leads to where my aches are buried Lifeless, cold, and eerie Galaxies that are infinite I still don’t know where… Continue Reading →
Just a touch A taste A shadow of my courage My first instinct is always to hesitate I see the silhouette of a brave woman My reflection displays a coward I move three steps forward Only to fall two behind… Continue Reading →
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