I used to believe that my eyes were filled with happiness, but in reality, it was my perseverance that filled them, leading to the tranquility I experienced while leaning against a tree and waiting.
Haftanın Şairi: Rainer Maria Rilke Kısaca Rainer Maria Rilke Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926), Avusturyalı bir şair ve yazar olara...
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Bloody Moon Yet, I never wept in daylight, Never spoke with the absence in my pocket. With bloodshot eyes upon the sky, I never gazed, Never...
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The shade of a single tree was enough for both of us. It wasn’t the wind; it was you who blew.
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