You Come Too

I had been trying to ebb away from the shore of love. But it is just this damn month. It makes me want to read poems. Seriously.

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 twilight meadows,

With this only one dream:

You come too.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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