All alone in that lonely road;
a cold night
It rained cat and dog
considering my action;
like the Israelites
but no I affirmed to myself;
It is better to die on the street;
than to die in a house of a murderer
Walking with a lifeless body
A walking dead
without direction;
a scalar quantity
walking through the road of darkness
walking through den of thieves
just wanted to find a shelter
they was nothing to steal from me;
my clothes just wrapped in an Ankara bag
finally found a shelter;
a lightened entrance
Laid my head;
then suddenly a touch;
a touch that raced my heart
begged and begged;
but he took me in
Who could that be?
Was it my angel?
I found hope