The dark storm was
gathering in her soul
breaking into
loud thunders.
I saw fear in her eyes.
She screamed loud.
There was no one
to hear her scream.
To be present when
others suffer
is our divine call.
(Graphic: Ruby hat sich etwas auf Zeichenvorlagen gemerkt. pinterest)
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