Woken up to the breezy rains
Is like having a travel
By mind
To that path
Where all roads end
Apparent,
And me sees the rains
Falling like a windfall...
O this morn is like a great Fall
As if the evening has come
With her light to greet the morn
Like that bard
Prayed of
Aquiring that sprite
To travel to the vast,to the widest of the wide,
Where all roads meet to meet their last...
O this morn,
This flying by mind,
Wishes me this stays
For all days
Such...
(Note: on a song by R. Tagore.)
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