It is Born
By Pablo Neruda
Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through
weather and sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness
would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of
the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again
like morning.
Beautiful, Andi! The world would be different, if we had more awareness for things between the lines and beside the obvious..
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