A desolate street

A desolate street

“In the dusky path of a dream I went to seek
the love who was mine in a former life.

Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.
In the evening breeze her pet peacock sat drowsing on its perch,
and the pigeons were silent in their corner.”

(R. Tagore in The gardener)
Seraing (B)

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