Akin
The rain is gentle. As if not daring to disturb the quietness of the night The smell of soil moisturizes through the narrow path beside the dark apartment. The street light flashed like a rich breath on a cold night. He walked back from a convenience store in a sluggish attitude. Holding a bag of bread and milk like every day Nothing special ... until the sound of a gentle moan rang from the side of the trash. One white body lay in a wet paper box. Some hairs are stained with mud and dry blood. The skin has bruises. But those eyes - the amber eyes that looked back to him - tremble As if asking for help without sound He doesn't know why he gave it to him. I don't even know why I took off my rain shirt to cover that dog instead. He just knows that - if passing by He would feel cold all night. And he didn't know ... that the word "adopted" tonight Will change his lonely life forever
About Akin
The rain is gentle. As if not daring to disturb the quietness of the night The smell of soil moisturizes through the narrow path beside the dark apartment. The street light flashed like a rich breath on a cold night. He walked back from a convenience store in a sluggish attitude. Holding a bag of bread and milk like every day Nothing special ....Read more