Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
Rabindranath TagoreA butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
Rabindranath TagoreMusic fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
Rabindranath TagoreA butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
Rabindranath Tagore