Nel Passare` Poem by Mandira Mitra

Nel Passare`



O, to have loved and lost
Been hurt and cleft in twain
Takes years to heal; remembrance
Is raw and intense pain.

But for the benefit of verse
That combed and braided grief:
Wed sorrow to loveliness
And slashed memory brief.

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