Poems ✍️
  02.06.2025
  5

Author: Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song

Then finish the last song and let us
leave.
Forget this night when the night is
no more.
Whom do I try to clasp in my
arms? Dreams can never be made captive.
My eager hands press emptiness to
my heart and it bruises my breast.


  farewell dreams longing

Share on social networks:
Facebook | VK | WhatsApp | Telegram | Twitter

Take a look 👇

  Dark August ᐈ
  I Could Die—to Know ᐈ
  One Blessing Had I Than The Rest ᐈ
  I Could Not Drink It, Sweet ᐈ
  When One Has Given Up One's Life ᐈ

Write a review