570. I Love Them All

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I love my heart's morning star

Spotless, without a scar.

I love my beauty's moon.

I love my beauty's noon.

I love them all.

Me they enthrall. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile, Agni Press, 1977
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