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, "First Poems"
About Me
- Meg
- I want to have a place to share my crazy thoughts, the little mishaps that tend to creep into my days, and foolish ideas for all things fun!
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