Ob auch die Stunden uns wieder entfernen ...
wir sind immer zusammen im Traum,
wie unter einem aufblühendem Baum.
Wir werden die Worte, die laut sind, verlernen
und von uns reden wie Sterne von Sternen.
Alle lauten Worte verlernen,
wie unter einem aufblühenden Baum.
Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926
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Nice image - very pretty.
AntwortenLöschenThank you for sharing at http://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2016/04/this-is-what-hope-looks-like.html
All by itself; this yellow modest flower is incredibly beautiful! Love the light and colors so much! Your world of flowers always is so enchanting and always so thrilling!
AntwortenLöschenBest wishes to you my dear Isabella.
Google Translator could not make out correctly the poem, what a shame about this bad product. Anyway…
AntwortenLöschenThe photograph is beautiful, simple and soft. You went almost to the ground to take it, right? I like it very much.
As you can see, I'm now back, truly back on the blogs. Facebook doesn't count for much for me, I prefer the blogs… The only facebook advantage is that it is easier to build a list of followers, less work at least… Well, I still don't know about facebook, I may not remain there for long, I really don't know.