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One day I saw flowers singing ...

I plucked your flower, O world!

I pressed it to my heart and the

thorn pricked.

When the day waned and it

darkened, I found that the flower had

faded, but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with

perfume and pride, O world!

But my time for flower-gathering

is over, and through the dark night

I have not my rose, only the pain

remains.

 

Rabindranath Tagore

 

Cydonia oblonga

My garden

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Uploaded on January 13, 2015
Taken on April 17, 2015