In dreams, through longings, we can see— All latent in the dust of gold These forests that perhaps could be— But that will never, ever, grow.
Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the windows. - Lucian Blaga
Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the windows.
- Lucian Blaga
Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew from the water, but rather flowers … - Lucian Blaga
Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew from the water, but rather flowers …
In dreams, through longings, we can see— All latent in the dust of gold These forests that perhaps could be— But that will never, ever, grow. - Lucian Blaga
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