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I I grew up in a tree
He would have much to say,
but I learned so much silence
I have a lot to keep quiet
and that is known to grow
no other joy to grow,
no more passion than substance,
without further action innocence,
and inside golden time
until the height calls
to turn orange.
Read on: Silence - Poems of Pablo Neruda
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inert inspirationIn my loneliness I left me your silence,In my sadness I left that one day your tears dried my shoulders,Your touch in my arms surrounding my souland in the dark of the night it is only the memory of my empty bod
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