It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless… — Rabindranath Tagore
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
From Gitanjali (1912)
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