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| When she passed by me with quick steps, the end of her skirt touched me. From the unknown island of a heart came a sudden warm breath of spring. A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me and vanished in a moment, Like a torn flower petal blown in the breeze. It fell upon my heart like a sigh of her body and whisper of her heart. ~ Rabindranath Tagore |
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Wednesday, 13 July 2011
When she passed by me..... by Rabindranath Tagore
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