An ode to the work of Pablo Neruda.....
I remember you as you were last autumn,
You were the burning and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of twilight fought,
As the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
I remember you as you were last autumn,
You were the burning and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of twilight fought,
As the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant,
Your voice deep and sprinkled with care.
Bonfire of awe in which my thrust was burning,
While the sepia light twisted n turned my soul agitated...
Your voice deep and sprinkled with care.
Bonfire of awe in which my thrust was burning,
While the sepia light twisted n turned my soul agitated...
I felt your eyes travelling on me, as that last autumn leaf
fell,
While I went ahead marking the atlas of your body.
Towards which my deep longings migrated,
And my kisses fell.happy as the morning lily.
While I went ahead marking the atlas of your body.
Towards which my deep longings migrated,
And my kisses fell.happy as the morning lily.
My words rained over you,stroking you to life.
And I want to do with you what spring does with the winter cherry trees.
And I want to do with you what spring does with the winter cherry trees.
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