canya
The trees where high and the sky was dark; hope was not a thing we knew.
We couldn’t walk any longer; death lied just around the corner.
- But then a small hut suddenly appeared, and when we opened the door, light showed us the way.
And there she stood; A woman.
The woman with the braid.
She was not able to stand. Only to fall.
In this useless moment of her life, For these five seconds;
She wasn’t able to stand.
The wavering had caught her. That is why she finally hit the ground.