The Gardener XXII: When She Passed by Me

by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

When she passed by me with quick
steps, the end of her skirt touched
From the unknown island of a
heart came a sudden warm breath of
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.

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