And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes

–Omar Khayyam


Saturday, December 3, 2016

one dream





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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


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