Odd. Such a Selective Myopia

 

This song of mine will wind its music around you,

my child, like the fond arms of love.

This song of mine will touch your

forehead like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side

and whisper in your ear...

When you are in the crowd,

it will fence you about with aloofness.

 

My song will be like a pair of wings

to your dreams, it will transport your heart

to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead

when dark night is over your road.

 

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,

and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,

my song will speak in your living heart."

 

~Rabindranath Tagore

 

(Via: reconnections.net)

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