It is dawn.
Lights
the world like water dropping on the bottom of its impurities.
And you are suddenly
you, my love,
in the infinite light, in front of me.
winter day ... spotless,
transparent as glass.
bit into the white flesh of a fruit and healthy.
Love you, my rose, like the air intake in a pine forest.
Who knows, perhaps we would love
so if our souls do not
saw from a distance would not be so close, who knows,
if fate had not divided.
Thus, my nightingale,
between you and me there is only a difference of degree:
you have wings and can fly
hands and I can not think.
finished, said one day Mother Nature
finished laughing and crying
and will still be the life he has not seen huge
not speak does not mean.
Nazim Hikmet
Lights
the world like water dropping on the bottom of its impurities.
And you are suddenly
you, my love,
in the infinite light, in front of me.
winter day ... spotless,
transparent as glass.
bit into the white flesh of a fruit and healthy.
Love you, my rose, like the air intake in a pine forest.
Who knows, perhaps we would love
so if our souls do not
saw from a distance would not be so close, who knows,
if fate had not divided.
Thus, my nightingale,
between you and me there is only a difference of degree:
you have wings and can fly
hands and I can not think.
finished, said one day Mother Nature
finished laughing and crying
and will still be the life he has not seen huge
not speak does not mean.
Nazim Hikmet
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