On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
Such a sweet verse by Tagore. Are there many things more beautiful than a Lotus blossom. 🙂
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Lotus blossom has to be in the beautiful top 10. 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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Beautiful pair! I enjoyed this. : )
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Thanks Serendipitous. 🙂
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I really identified with, ‘That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing.” ❤
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Thanks Olga. 🙂
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I like this very much, there’s a lingering grace to to words, thank you.
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Thank you for the kind words. 🙂
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I love the delicate exotic-ness of water lilies.
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I have to agree, thanks Cybele. 🙂
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