Don't you just adore Rabindranath Tagore,
I know I do,
his words flow right through me and like Rumi,
so uplifting,
gifting me in each intake of breath,
a glimpse into the machinations of life and
when death takes a bow
I know that somehow these words will
comfort me as the time comes for me to be
moved on by the wind.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Don't you just adore Rabindranath Tagore,
I know I do,
his words flow right through me and like Rumi,
so uplifting,
gifting me in each intake of breath,
a glimpse into the machinations of life and
when death takes a bow
I know that somehow these words will
comfort me as the time comes for me to be
moved on by the wind.
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