Flower by Rabindranath Tagore

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Flower

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Yoonoos Peerbocus (7/10/2007 11:03:00 AM)
cosmic with a touch of dailiness

Melanie Ann Calvert (3/31/2007 3:57:00 PM)
Makes me think about the beauty of the Earth. Very touching.

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