Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?

... Okay, I have a confession to make: I totally adore Pablo and his magical poetry...

"Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?

Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?

Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?

Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?"

-- Pablo Neruda

Read it... three times or perhaps three hundred times? Read it over and over and try to feel and then digest it...

Happy Friday!

S

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