It’s time for some digital poetry. Today we’ll declaim part of The Home by Rabindranath Tagore.
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was
hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the
widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.
Suddenly a boy’s shrill voice rose into the sky – Omio!. He traversed
the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of
the evening.
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The Home by Rabindranath Tagore
