Wednesday is #Wednesdaywalk hosted by great 
A walk while the sun sets by the water, relaxing for the soul and body!
Then there are no thoughts, only calm!
Along with this walk, which started in the forest and ended by the water, there is a song!
O Come, Come To My Lake
Gardener 12. Rabindranath Tagore
"If you want to be valuable for once
and to fill your jug,
oh come, come to my lake.
The water will drink at your feet
and blurt out your secret.
On the sand fell the freshness of the falling rain,
the clouds rush under the blue lines of the tree
like the lush hair above your eyebrows.
The rhythm of your footsteps, which I know well,
it hits me in the heart.
Oh come, come to my lake,
if you must fill your jug.
If you want to sit idle and carefree,
while the water carries your jug,
oh come, come to my lake.
The slope is green and there are wild flowers
countless.
Your thoughts will fly out of your dark eyes
like birds from their nests.
He will bring salvation to your feet.
Come, oh come to my lake,
if you want to sit idle.
If you are fed up with games and want to dive into the water,
oh come, come to my lake.
Leave the blue cloak on the shore,
blue water will envelop and cover you.
The waves will reach out to kiss your neck,
to whisper in your ear.
Come, oh come to my lake,
if you want to dive into the water.
If you must leap madly to your death,
come, oh come to my lake.
My lake is fresh and bottomless.
Black as a dreamless dream.
In its depths are the same days and nights,
and the song is silence.
Come, oh come to my lake,
if you want to sink into your death.
That's the end of the walk, I can say the whole day, because I couldn't decide which one to present to you!
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https://www.poezijanoci.com/strana/rabindranat-tagore-pesme.html#10
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