ode to Neruda

ode to Neruda
day-colored poems,
night-colored poems,
poems with dirt-stained feet
or poems with lover’s blood,
poems –
full of seedlings –
one song, innumerable voices,
you are harmony, golden mean,
at the least, you must be shared


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