''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...

Do you still enjoy
the simplest of things...

You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue...

Egypt,
This was neither abortion nor...

For centuries
they've trapped you...

You once told me that my heart
will, in time, ripen and redden, too...

I guess, to you, I'll always harbor
shadows of kohl and light trails...

Place me,
a stone nymph...

When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...

She'll ask you someday to give her something
to remember you by, when apologies cling...

He told me once
of how he thought lands...

''Remembrance is but a kind of reincarnation.''
You've often reminded of...