PART ONE
Now with emaciated face
Lonely and disgust she stand
Wrinkle on her face more than ever
The sun stand still
While the wind joins her desparingly
She felt lonely than before
Vivaciously she recalls the awful day
How the pot bellied man soothed her
His words warped her
Blindly she was trapped
Lost in thought
She hears ng’a ng’a ng’a!
And the cry slowly fades away
Away like about a Kay
She reminisce how she threw it
Now lost in the living dead
She hears a cold voice
Coming some miles away
This makes her to move
While the wind joins her despairingly
Finally she meets others
And she receives a warm reception
As they confess their sins
This gives her hope again
She admits to confess and carries the cross….
To be continued…
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