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
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Post #236 – Aurora Rhapsody – A Poem
Sublime hues of eventide Evanesce Darkness twinkles Moisture lingers Pattering raindrops Dancing on my window pane Gently awaken me all rights reserved © Nancy Jean WalkerFiled under: A Poem, Author, Poetry Tagged: author, inspirational, poem, poetry, writer
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