Poem 8

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“Nobody knows that in your blood

Dance the waves of the ocean

And murmur the sighs of forests.

Today I remember

How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time,

Slipping from life to life,

Changing from form to form.

In the night, in the morning,

All I received, I gave away

In ever new gifts,

In ever new songs”

Rabindranath Tagore. 1955. A Flight of Swans.

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