If I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me
-Pablo Neruda
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DeHelene
Nov 24, 2017 11:59PM
Read my new poems about love and heartbreak, everything is so deeply felt and experiencedhttps://www.wattpad.com/story/129763429View all Conversations
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