Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Pablo Neruda
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
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A short poem by Pablo Neruda in which he describes the quietness of the morning in June. It's so beautiful to see the sun rise in all its glory, yet it's also beautiful to sit in the darkness and listen to the silence.

Source: 100 Love Sonnets

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