Sunday, August 26, 2012

I FALL FOR THE FAIR ONES












"And his voice downstairs in the hall?
And catching sight of him when he does not see one?
One waits and he does not come.
It gets later and later.
He has forgotten.
He is with someone else.
He is faithless, his love meant nothing.
Oh, then the agony - Then the intolerable despair!
And then the door opens.
He is here."

V.W.








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