2. Rainbow-dream
To devour the Dust-Gold-FeetOf my Lord Supreme
Every morn my heart becomes
A rainbow-dream.
Sri Chinmoy, Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
Of my Lord Supreme
Every morn my heart becomes
A rainbow-dream.
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