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 hezzie29 rated 18 months ago- Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:I wavered through the streets, amongobjects:nothing mattered or had a name:the world was made of air, which waited.I knew rooms full of ashes,tunnels where the moon lived,rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',questions that insis...
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- hezzie29 rated 18 months ago
- Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:I wavered through the streets, amongobjects:nothing mattered or had a name:the world was made of air, which waited.I knew rooms full of ashes,tunnels where the moon lived,rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',questions that insisted in the sand.Everything was empty, dead, mute,fallen abandoned, and decayed:inconceivably alien, it allbelonged to someone else - to no one:till your beauty and your povertyfilled the autumn plentiful with gifts.Pablo Neruda
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