1337. Each day dies eventless
Each day dies eventless.That is why my greedy mind cries.
Each day dies soulless.
That is why my hungry heart cries.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 14, Agni Press, 1981
That is why my greedy mind cries.
Each day dies soulless.
That is why my hungry heart cries.
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