We delight in discovering her creatures in all their hidden beauty.
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Mysterious cricket in its lair of leaves.
Picture copyright 2014, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.
Picture copyright 2014, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.
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