La douleur exquise; la tristesse durera toujour.
  • Luke Davies, “In the Yellow Time of Pollen” (via petrichour)

    (via lifeinpoetry)

  • "I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day,
    on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
    We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales,
    where the snows come from, where the waters begin."
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