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Lost Poems: 1 / 100 next poem » Lost In The Forest... - Poem by Pablo Neruda Autoplay next video Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
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Date Taken: | 02.2019 |
Date Uploaded: | 05.2019 |
Photo Location: | Behshahr, Iran |
Camera: | SM-G955F |
Copyright: | © Aidin Masoumi |