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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