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This one kills me. Cant help it: That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks. Like silkworms, we begin to exist as we disappear inside that room. Without legs, we fly. When I stop speaking, this poem will close in silence more magnificent…. I don’t regret how much I love, And I avoid those who repent of their passion. Hundreds of sweethearts! I am the lover and the one lovers long for. Blue, and a cure for blues, sky in a small cage, badly hurt but flying. Everybody’s scandalous flaw is mine. Rumi Mar 2nd, 2012
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 17:55:30 +0000

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