530. Destitute
Your mind is destituteOf promise-seed.
His heart is destitute
Of gratitude-fruit.
My life is destitute
Of perfection-tree.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 6, Agni Press, 1979
Of promise-seed.
His heart is destitute
Of gratitude-fruit.
My life is destitute
Of perfection-tree.
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