"I HEAR THE SONG OF THE CLOSING YEAR LIKE A FLUTE IN THE RUSTLING LEAVES.
SO SMEAR YOUR WINGS WITH POLLEN'S CHRONICLE BEFORE ITS FRAGRANCE FLEES.
TAKE ALL YOU CAN FROM FLOWERS THAT SUMMER HEAT WILL STREW;
CRAM THE OLD YEAR'S HONEY INTO THE HIVES OF THE NEW.
COME, COME; DO NOT DELAY, NEW YEAR BEES -
LOOK WHAT A WEALTH OF PARTING GIFTS
HAS BEEN LAID ON THE YEAR AS SHE LEAVES" - Rabindranath Tagore On exhibit at the WOMEN'S ART SOCIETY ANNUAL ART SHOW March 20 to 24, 2010 at Ogilvy's, St. Catherine Street, Montreal.
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