She And Kahlil - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
I offer this memento
of our brief amicable exchanges
as a tangible relief from the
Indian heat, sweat and noise.
I silently press them between
the pages of his prophetic writing.
And when with charcoal
you reveal your mysteries
do not blame the cinder
for exposing them to me.
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