Death Quote by Czeslaw Milosz

“And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.” quote by Czeslaw Milosz — Download Open image

“And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.”

Czeslaw Milosz

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