The wind can drop its breath. For sure! You didn’t know that?!
When it becomes helpless before time, it just falls on the knees and quietly whispers some prayer.
Then the grass in the field becomes bristle and the flower petals look down due to being in pain…
Then some anger wake up in them and they begin to let out terrible poisons, so strong that they eventually die too.
After that, the night comes and carries them away into oblivion…
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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/18/2019.
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