All my days have wings.
They simply fly away.All my hours have wings.
Slowly and steadilyThey fly away.
None of my moments have wings.
They just linger in my inspirationAnd
Torture my aspiration. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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