499. TWO GOOD FRIENDS
My frequent tears,My persistent fears
Have become two good friends.
Alas, I am not quite safe
In their trembling, quivering
Hands.
Sri Chinmoy, A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
My persistent fears
Have become two good friends.
Alas, I am not quite safe
In their trembling, quivering
Hands.
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