From The Book Of Questions

III.


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?

by Pablo Neruda

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..............so many questions....so little time.....
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
For Pablo, my share Slaying Dry and yellow the gramophone tongue I slide into a flood of rubble blue and snoring the clouds ask for a little sunshine in a coffee full of holes punched by sugar written in long lost sentences of rain quivering in sleep I endorse a room less wall full of stigma written selling a mountain to an elevator full of roses fresh from branches slaying another epic Nikhil Nath
LOL..Absolutely funny to the bone of the chin...: >) it(
pablo, my share; tell me is the world ooking at me through the lenses in my eyes or am i looking at the world through his lenses is he controlling me or the other way round do i have more control over this body or him what if the world suddenly let go of its pull
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