Pablo Neruda
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    Closed window: muted midnight world

    Pablo Neruda’s words spoken softly from one to another

     

    Nonsensical whispers, declarations of adoration 

    and peace and happiness touching ears, touching souls, 

    Touching.

     

    Moments not epic, not wholly original

    Tiny, but infinite: 

    Body heat, leaves rustling outside –

    Skin. Love. Perfection.

     

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