发信人: evilangelakasha(丽蒂雅)
整理人: roy_young(2001-06-22 16:57:42), 站内信件
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By Tagore
THINGS look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk--the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
I HAVE suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
THERE are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
RELEASE me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
LET this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
"I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river.
" Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
THEY throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
THE sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
DO not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
THAT which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
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I never had a dream come true, until the day that I found
you. Even though I pretended that I moved on, you have
always been the one... I never found the words to say -
you're the one i think about each day. And i know that no
matter where love takes me to, a part of me will always be with you...
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