Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
Rabindranath TagoreOh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.
Rabindranath TagoreMusic fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
Rabindranath TagoreOh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.
Rabindranath Tagore