I love the dark hours of my being
My mind depends into them.
There I be found, as in old letters,
The days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, an understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life, that's wise and
timeless.
So sometimes like a tree rustling over
a gravesite and making real the
dream of the one it's living roots
embrace.
A dream once lost
Among sorrow and song.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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Drifting
PoetryThe never ending book of poems and quotes and more of sorts. My favorites, along with ones i resonate with and feel others may to....in some small way, i at least hope some of these resonates or helps you in some way. ** i don't own the images or qu...
