There is a night I burned all the memories from my dream transparent. There is a morning I threw away all of yesterday, from my feet to light up. - Rabindranath Tagore
One night I burned all my memories, and my dreams became transparent ever since. One morning I threw away all yesterday, and my footsteps began to light. - Tagore
One night I burned all my memories and my dreams became transparent. One morning I threw away all yesterday, and since then my feet have been light. —— Tagore<br>