Ornamental clouds <br />compose an evening love song; <br />a road leaves evasively. <br />The new moon begins <br /> <br />a new chapter of our nights, <br />of those frail nights <br />we stretch out and which mingle <br />with these black horizontals.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-love-song/
