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Author: * Parvati Ashoka -
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Date: Mar 14, 2007 - 21:38
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
- from The Crescent Moon
by Rabindranath Tagore
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