So this is love:
the Sculptor’s chisel.
And stone, which in its whole life
does not utter a single word,
suddenly sings.
Mots clés poem poetry-quotes rodin-s-lovers
There always comes the day when children swallow
the key to the door of secrecy. They’ll not return it.
Mots clés poetry-quotes childhood-bells
Forgive me,
joy,
if I blasphemed you
before I learned to love.
Mots clés poetry-quotes
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