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 twilight meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
| R.M.Rilke |
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 twilight meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
| R.M.Rilke |