" The wind is up, I set my sail of songs,
Steersman, sit at the helm.
For my boat is fretting to be free, to
dance in the rhythm of the wind
and water.
The day is spent, it is evening.
My friends of the shore have taken
leave.
Loose the chain and heave the anchor,
we sail by the starlight.
The wind is stirred into the murmur
of music at this time of my
departure.
Steersman, sit at the helm"
- R. Tagore
A dramatic photo and a tender poem to say together that after the rain, there's a new beginning.After the night always comes the morning...
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