"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?"
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore (2007). “Gitanjali”, p.22, Filiquarian Publishing, LLC.
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