So many words get lost. They leave the mouthand lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past.
For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves?
I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
The words can not return.
The words walked right out of my mouth.
Every once in a while, you let a word or phrase out and you want to catch it and bring it back. You can't do that. It's gone, gone forever.
We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
Where do the words go when we have said them?
I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.
