Fruits of labor blossom, ripe dreams laced in color, this life’s bouquet, wild roses and petals unbound, from earth to echo, from echo to skin, all our struggles, echoing back, a conversation of beings, cradled in nature’s hands.
- Vicente Aleixandre
Fruits of labor blossom, ripe dreams laced in color, this life’s bouquet, wild roses and petals unbound, from earth to echo, from echo to skin, all our struggles, echoing back, a conversation of beings, cradled in nature’s hands.