Pathways
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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(Photo from Laguna Nimez in El Calafate, Argentinian Patagonia.)
