Love is a great Asker,
the sun and the rain do not ask the secret
of the time when the grain struggles down in the dark.
The moon walks her lonely way without anguish,
because no loved one grieves over her departure.
– D. H. Lawrence
verloren im surrealen der Realität. Ertränkt durch das Leben.
Love is a great Asker,
the sun and the rain do not ask the secret
of the time when the grain struggles down in the dark.
The moon walks her lonely way without anguish,
because no loved one grieves over her departure.
– D. H. Lawrence