Sir Rabindranath Tagore - Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt

Sir Rabindranath Tagore - Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with br her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face br and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst br my sleep like a bubble. br I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, br like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment br she had a dream that rhymed with mine.


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