Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda
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Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

— Pablo Neruda
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