I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absentdistant and full of sorrow as though you had diedOne word then, one smile is enoughAnd I'm happy; happy that it's not true
Related Authors: Pablo Neruda | Twenty Love Poems | a Song of Despair
Related Topics: poetry
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