PicPoetry #6

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
~Remembering Pablo Neruda’s Sonnets ~
Love
Ram Thilak

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