In shadowy crypts
I dreamt long
of your trees and blue skies,
of your fragrance and birdsong.
I dreamt long
of your trees and blue skies,
of your fragrance and birdsong.
Now you appear
in all your finery,
drenched in light
like a miracle before me.
in all your finery,
drenched in light
like a miracle before me.
You recognize me,
you entice me tenderly.
All my limbs tremble at
your blessed presence!
Hermann Hesse
Karl Blossfeldt
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