Monday, October 29, 2012

rumi... who else?

 
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”  



“In your light I learn how to love.
 In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.” 
 
 
 

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