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Saddest Poem(Poem #605) by Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimesContinue reading “Saddest Poem – Pablo Neruda”