244. THE DROPS OF SORROW
The drops of sorrowDivide me, my heart,
My all.
Because of sorrow
I am now sick and weak,
Callous and abrupt.
Sri Chinmoy, A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
Divide me, my heart,
My all.
Because of sorrow
I am now sick and weak,
Callous and abrupt.
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