Sunday, February 7, 2016

Writing Longing

I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.
― Pablo Neruda

Picture copyright 2014, 2016, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.
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