Memories and Pain

"My soul without an effort turns to song,
Also Weeping, for my love strong !
Love was my life, so I was often sad,
But love was mingled with the grief I had ;
That is why I have longed for death in vain, ...

Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night."

texte Rabindranath Tagore

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