You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the re | Poems and Couplets

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Rᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ
Pablo Neruda The Captain's Verses

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