Traffickers lurk in plain sight - hanging out in malls, luring victims through chatrooms, snatching runaways off the street, or tricking those living in poverty, promising them a job - Traffickers look like everyday people - seeking victims in every corner of the world
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Post #193 – Nurturing Nectar – A Poem
I miss you Your aromatic scent Greeting me each morn Waiting to kiss my lips So I can sip your sweetness My embossed coffee cup. all rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker Filed under: A Poem, Poetry Tagged: author, inspirational, poem, poetry, prose, romantic, Uplifting, writing
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