What he saw was gray.
Not dark, nor light.
Shouting in the gray silence. Ask for help as long as he can. His body is weak against the rooted tree.
The sobs are like a song.
Just be heard without anyone wanting to help.
In the stillness of the night Cold air piercing sharply.
In silence she cries Hoping does not end tragically.
Until finished already ...
This is what I feel when I see your post ..
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