I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
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"You are the silence in which I burn."
"I like you to be quiet. It is as if you were absent and you heard me from afar, and my voice did not touch you."
"I am a dreamer, and I dream in words."
"I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window."
"They can cut all the flowers, but they cannot stop the spring."
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