Forsaken And Forlorn
The house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone.
From the balcony I can hear the Isar moan,
Can see the white
Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under a sky of stone.
Some fireflies drift through the middle air Tinily.
I wonder where
Ends this darkness that annihilates me.
D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)
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