Into 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?”
This poem was written/submitted by trti tran.