The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Rabindranath TagoreWhen I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.
Rabindranath Tagore