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their eagerness
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before they are
nothing, forever ?
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ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ་࿐ with their honeyed heaviness,
their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment,
before they are
nothing, forever ?
Mary Oliver ⋆⭒˚。⋆
~✨~Image : Mandelenaki Maria
Joanna Concejo
~✨~ Tsuyoshi Isoe
these feelings from the past, sometimes come back to me
together with the then noise of the rain
the then smell of the wind
Haruki Murakami
Image: Maria Mandelenaki
... sometimes the candle dreams of a strong wind ...
image by Mandelenaki Maria
You are the poor one, you the destitute.
You are the stone that has no resting place.
You are the diseased one whom we fear to touch.
Only the wind is yours.
You are poor like the spring rain that gently caresses the city;
like wishes muttered in a prison cell, without a world to hold them;
and like the invalid, turning in his bed to ease the pain.
Like flowers along the track, shuddering as the train roars by, and like the hand
that covers our face when we cry - that poor.
Yours is the suffering of birds on freezing nights,
of dogs who go hungry for days.
Yours the long sad waiting of animals who are locked up and forgotten.
You are the beggar who averts his face,
the homeless person who has given up asking;
you howl in the storm.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Poverty and Death
In this lifetime we meet and part like passing clouds
Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream.
Autumnal by Ernest Dowson, from the poems and prose of Ernest Dowson
"The white of silence suits you so well."
~•Anne Godard•~
#AnneGodard #L'Inconsolable #photo lpdlden #eerie moon
Flos | HHEININGE
~ the language of flowers and silent things ~
Charles Baudelaire
Dod Procter (1890-1972)
~ when night draws back the curtain, and pins it with a star ~
Lukas Vasilikos M 2013
~ dreaming in a pool of moonlight ~
~ there are three sorts of people:
those who are alive, those who are dead,
and those who are at sea ~
Aristotle
Painting by Claude Monet
~ I’ve been abandoned out here,
under the dry stars ~
Anne Sexton, from *The Fury of Abandonment*
Painting by John William Waterhouse
A dream so vibrant, A dream so blissful; I hold it close to my heart. In anxious nights, And days of hope; These years have passed solely. One day the dream to turn true- If only~
Somya Kedia
Illustration by Elenore Plaisted Abbott (1875–1935)