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The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
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The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
Rabindranath Tagore
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life’s little, our heads sadly shaped. Heaven takes its photograph of us–chants, Come! and we go.
