A single leaf falls in the yard.
Near my desk, crickets chirp sadly.
I know I cannot hold you here.
I wonder where your journey will take you.
My longing will follow you to where the mountains end,
As I seek you in my dream on a moonlit night.
When the spring river ripples green along the bank,
I beg you not to forget your promise to return.
translated by Sung-Il Lee
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
That last line cuts to the quick spelling the word ‘DOUBT’ in bold letters.
It could be the fact that communicating to someone over a great distance was much more difficult in the 12th Century and so it was more likely doubt would real its ugly head.
Although today when people use emojis that I don’t understand it could be the 15th century
Do you mind if I add a little bit more?
I hear you are sad about things.
And there are moments of darkness.
Remember that wherever you are
You are loved.
It would be better
If you were here.
I think you have your own poem here.