In passing

By passerby

Blowin' in the wind.


"Love's gift is shy. It never tells it's name, it flits across the shade spreading a shiver of joy along the dust.

Overtake it or miss it for ever.

A gift that can be grasped is merely a frail flower, or a lamp with a flame that will flicker..."


~Rabindranath Tagore

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