August 21, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Where I go You do not know, you fools Where I go when I am alone The voices of Africans fill My waking hours With sleep And relaxing Noise For my Head to wander and wyle At. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...