There were cliffs there,
There were cliffs there,There were cliffs there,And forests made of mists. There were bridges spanning the void, and that great gray blind lake which hung above its distant bottom
And forests made of mists. There were bridges spanning the void, and that great gray blind lake which hung above its distant bottomAnd forests made of mists. There were bridges spanning the void, and that great gray blind lake which hung above its distant bottomLike the sky on a rainy day above a landscape.
Like the sky on a rainy day above a landscape.Like the sky on a rainy day above a landscape.—Rainer Maria Rilke
—Rainer Maria Rilke—The mist rolled through the coast of Cornwall like a silent wave, blanketing everything with dampness and chill. For the first time in a long while, M
