Stray birds of summer come to my
window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which
have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sigh.
window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which
have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sigh.
Rabindranath Tagore
2 comentários:
e eu,
aqui abraçada aos meus joelhos,
despida do ânimo,
que sempre costumo ter,
de arrastar vagarosamente os pés por entre as folhas amareladas e escarlates...
Encantador!
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