On the nook of the street, he sat on a cross- leg with a rusty can on his little rough palms. The greases and dirt covered most his innocent face and his serene features disarranged itself into a ruffled state. His longing and lonesomeness mirrored in his juvenile eyes. He crampled his belly and whimpered for pain- sign of hunger, of starve- and the gulp of his saliva that passed his throat cried for thirst. His soul long for love and care.
He ran after you begging for a portion of mercy where he only relies ,yet you just continued your steps as if you were blind of his presence. You never stop and covered your nose not to inhale his scent- a foul and unpleasant scent for you. As he glanced on his dear friend where silver coins were supposed to drop, he creased his forehead and sobbed. Subsequently, he took few steps and halt on a fast-food chain waiting for someone to drop any left food on the trash baskets. As one did, he hurriedly picked it. Without hesitation, he bite and devoured it like a hungry lion. yet he was not satisfied for his stomach asked for more.
It's now hovering between night and day. Eventually the darkness covered the land. He went to the corner in his private grief. The tear drenched on his eyes manifested his young suffering. With flattened boxes, he laid down on the cold- biting ground. The slight breeze started up and cooled his body. He curved his back, and bended his knees and stick them together towards his chest. How pity he was as he closed his eyes to ease the hunger and pain while surrounded by the clogged and lung-bursting smell of drainage and canals. The chill air continued to struck as the heavy rain poured down.
Blanket?. . . He don't have any . . . even a single piece of cloth that could lessen the coldness he felt.
The dawn broke and the angry wind and rain subsided. His eyes remained closed and his while his skin turned bloodless and ice. No inhalation of air from his respiratory.
How horrible!!!
The scissors had already cut the wire connecting the visible and invisible on him. His poor soul had fled away from his frail body.
Are you not horrified ?
Maybe there are some who are. Then, the clings of the coins and bills dropped to his can echoed loudly in your ears and hearts.
Would that give happiness to the child?
Could that pull his soul back?
What's the use of all your coins and bills if he no longer starve and thirst?
What's the use of all your coins and bills if that can't feed his soul?
He ran after you begging for a portion of mercy where he only relies ,yet you just continued your steps as if you were blind of his presence. You never stop and covered your nose not to inhale his scent- a foul and unpleasant scent for you. As he glanced on his dear friend where silver coins were supposed to drop, he creased his forehead and sobbed. Subsequently, he took few steps and halt on a fast-food chain waiting for someone to drop any left food on the trash baskets. As one did, he hurriedly picked it. Without hesitation, he bite and devoured it like a hungry lion. yet he was not satisfied for his stomach asked for more.
It's now hovering between night and day. Eventually the darkness covered the land. He went to the corner in his private grief. The tear drenched on his eyes manifested his young suffering. With flattened boxes, he laid down on the cold- biting ground. The slight breeze started up and cooled his body. He curved his back, and bended his knees and stick them together towards his chest. How pity he was as he closed his eyes to ease the hunger and pain while surrounded by the clogged and lung-bursting smell of drainage and canals. The chill air continued to struck as the heavy rain poured down.
Blanket?. . . He don't have any . . . even a single piece of cloth that could lessen the coldness he felt.
The dawn broke and the angry wind and rain subsided. His eyes remained closed and his while his skin turned bloodless and ice. No inhalation of air from his respiratory.
How horrible!!!
The scissors had already cut the wire connecting the visible and invisible on him. His poor soul had fled away from his frail body.
Are you not horrified ?
Maybe there are some who are. Then, the clings of the coins and bills dropped to his can echoed loudly in your ears and hearts.
Would that give happiness to the child?
Could that pull his soul back?
What's the use of all your coins and bills if he no longer starve and thirst?
What's the use of all your coins and bills if that can't feed his soul?
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