1261. SOARING WINGS
O my dying mind,I tell you,
You do not have to die.
Just agree to sit
On the soaring wings of my heart.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 13, Agni Press, New York, 1981
I tell you,
You do not have to die.
Just agree to sit
On the soaring wings of my heart.
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