Darkness Gate

Time trickles like a dewdrop into darkness
The birds wipe the sunlight from their wings
And the night unfolds slowly,
Like a scrip of glowworms, or a forgotten story.
In the darkness, there is only a city and a place
A place to sit by, watching familiar things return
Slowly out of the darkness
Like lost love or a bird guided back at evening.

Anjana Basu



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