My heart, the wild bird, found the sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of clear dawn, and they are the kingdom of stars.
My poems disappeared into their depths.
Let me fly high in this sky and soar in the silent infinite space.
Let me break through its clouds and spread my wings in its sunshine.
It is the first 16 in Tagore's Gardeners Collection.
The following is the whole gardener's collection, just go and have a look if you don't feel trouble ~
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