NIGHTFALL
-
Gopikrishnan Kottoor (India)
Say her words again,
That she will not again tell.
Sleep by them in slow night fall
by candled walls.
Say her words again, heart,
With her breath
That you catch,
As though shadows
live forever
Across rivers that depart;
Small things of her
That you still want to
bleed over,
Just as from the start.
Her words
Of which we made perennials
That just again,
Went over my head.
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