Hungry and cold, wet and alone. He is trying to drag on the life... day by day, same old, same old... Strong and fast wind is stopping him to hear the night birds singing beautiful notes, heavy rain is blocking his eyes to see the trees offering a shelter, crumbling stomach is not letting him to focus... focus on good things. Anger, frustration taking over his body.... a wonded wolf is looking towards the moon trying to find something.... He doesnt realise that he is looking towards the Hope. Towards the Moon- only source of light in a dark and rainy place....
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