Hagane
2. Kudelia at CGS
Her words made no sense to them: too long and complex
and might as well have been in a different language
for all it meant to them. But she was another tale:
her honest, pleading eyes reflecting an innocent soul
and the white skin that hadn't been torn by blood
nor sun nor snow…
And their rough calloused hands are torn
with blood and metal and the dirt of labour
but their eyes were clear, still clear.
They could see her inexperienced, naïve soul,
and behind them, the space to grow.