No Man's Land 13

A dewdrop on a lily, like a tear upon a cheek, a chirp, chirp of a sparrow,

a reminder of her at her *****.

The trust in a small ******* eyes reminds me of the trust she has in me.

I wonder, I wonder where she is now and if I made her flee.

I was so moved. Thank you. Thank you. Such tenderness and compassion and such