Your Untold Story.

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  Leaves have withered away
  for harmattan
  and the sun is hot coals
  in your heart
  as you walk the path of shadows
  and the unknown.
  
  I have seen your eagle
  wings
  from afar
  and so long a time I have
  wondered
  who you are.
  
  I sense you are one who
  grows with the winds
  and tell stories of
  thin weak strings.
  
  I sense your fears too.
  They overflow as rivers,
  they tell of your gallantry,
  they tell your untold story.
  
  By Benedicta Ewurama Akyere Saah (Ghana)
  
  
  Photosource- Afrofutures