Poem v

Wheat thread and water,

glass or fire,

the word and the night,

work and anger,

shadow and tenderness,

you have been sewing everything little by little

to my torn pockets.

 

Pablo Neruda poem excerpt

 

Beauty - www.flickr.com/groups/14647124@N23/, Ethereal City Beauty (135, 115, 25) - Moderado

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