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Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener, 31

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars.
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity.
Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

Woman And A Birdcage by Emilio Grau Sala

Woman And A Birdcage by Emilio Grau Sala

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