Sunday, November 01, 2026

Pathways...

Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:

You come too...

Rainer Maria Rilke

6 comments:

  1. Stunning.

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  2. He's out there somewhere.

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    1. Doesn't mean he would love me.

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    2. True enough, but he might.

      Think positive, dammit.

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