perhaps to love is to learn
to inhabit the earth lightly.
to bloom it all out
like the cherry trees of early spring.
to learn to yield.
your touch invents a blush.
it makes blossoms
of all things.
I keep falling
because you harvest
my scattered flowers


i'm happy how this little one turned out. yes, Neruda is my favourite but also Octavio Paz - you should read both of them






~Tia



































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