An innocent girl
0Into the cold crepuscular,
The young wrens fly to hide.
Lavender and turquoise blaze
Endlessly before the night creeps back
To seize those lonesome wanderers.
An innocent girl, sitting in a fetal position,
Begging the wolves for foods and beverages
And praying her god for help.
She gazes into her shivering heart ,
And asks herself,”why me?”