from The Book of Questions

III.

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

Why do trees conceal
the splendour of their roots?

Who hears the regrets
of the thieving auto-mobile?

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

Pablo Neruda

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2 Responses to from The Book of Questions

  1. This writing is very descriptive, I could see all he asks!

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