I met her eyes that said nothing.
Waving the withered piece of cloth
A seeker, she managed to find in me.
Her gaze still fixed
A moment more it took to realize
It was the unknown, her seeker.
Could not ignore but wanted to,
Money I placed in that hand –
Unkempt, gnarled and unknown to touch….
My heart whispered and
A silent prayer passed my lip.
I met her eyes again that, still said nothing.
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