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    This 3 sentence poem by Pablo Neruda questions whether a rose is naked or if its dress is its petals, why trees hide the beauty of their roots underground, and asks what could be sadder than a train standing alone in the rain. The poem reflects on nature's beauty and what lies beneath the surface and unseen.

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    This 3 sentence poem by Pablo Neruda questions whether a rose is naked or if its dress is its petals, why trees hide the beauty of their roots underground, and asks what could be sadder than a train standing alone in the rain. The poem reflects on nature's beauty and what lies beneath the surface and unseen.

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    This 3 sentence poem by Pablo Neruda questions whether a rose is naked or if its dress is its petals, why trees hide the beauty of their roots underground, and asks what could be sadder than a train standing alone in the rain. The poem reflects on nature's beauty and what lies beneath the surface and unseen.

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    Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?

    - Poem
    by Pablo Neruda
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    Tell me, is the rose naked


    Or is that her only dress?
    Why do trees conceal
    The splendor of their roots?
    Who hears the regrets
    Of the thieving automobile?
    Is there anything in the world sadder
    Than a train standing in the rain?
    Pablo Neruda

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