“To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings.… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
