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“here’s looking at you, kid” by anatol knotek
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Sharing Poetry: Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within…
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Pokemon Center by Kitsuney on Flickr.
