now she’s walking naked
as her fleece stuck on a tree-trunk
while she wandered
her cold barefoot stepped on the damp twigs;
shatter a piece of dry leaves
she kept struggling even when her body freezing
the whole memory gave her no favor
unless a tremendous breaking order
on the other hand,
The Good Shepherd left his 99 other to find The Lost One
12 moon slipped up above the fogged hill
and dropped The Good Shepherd into The Lost One
at the place she’s sleeping numb.