The Turning Point
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
The bird came to my window seeking shelter from the rain. Reminded me of Rabindranath Tagore's words:
"Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall with a sigh..."
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