Solitary pathways

'Lost Leica' series - part three

 

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.

 

"Pathways" by Rainer Maria Rilke

Done