Ode To Broken Things (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
Darkness once again thickens throughout the sky:This darkness, like light's mysterious sister.She who has loved me always,Whose face I have ...
In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to ...
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