My life when young
was like a flower
A flower
that loosens a petal or two
from her abundance
and never feels the loss
when the spring breeze comes
to beg at her door.
Now at the end of youth
my life is like a fruit,
having nothing to spare,
and waiting to offer herself completely
with her full burden of sweetness.
to you....
Rabindranath Tagore Art by Guri Stark
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