*rabindranath Tagore The Haiku Poet
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a moment's indulgence
away from you
my heart knows no rest
my work
an endless toil
in a shoreless sea
summer
at my window
its sighs and murmurs
the bees
plies their minstrel
at the flowering grove.
time to sit face to face
and sing to this silent
and overflowing leisure
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