Tagore Poetry: Fireflies#2
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23. My fancies are fireflies, specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
24. Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber, rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
25. My words that are slight,may lightly dance on time's waves, when my works heavy have gone down.
26. The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
27. My thoughts, like sparks ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter.
28. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow, which yet it never can never grasp.
29. Spring scatters the petals of flowers, that are not for the fruit of the future, but for the moment's whim.
30. Days are coloured bubbles, that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
31. In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height, in the lake movement stands still, to contemplate its own depth.
32. The departing nights one kiss on the closed eyes of morning, glows in the star of dawn.
33. Sorrow that has lost its memory is like the dumb dark hours that have no bird songs, but only the cricket's chirp.
34. The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
35. The jasmine's lisping of love to thesun is her flowers.
36. While god waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
37. The one without second is emptiness, the other one makes it true.
38. In love I pay my endless debt to thee, for what thou art.
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