In your light
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.
Rumi
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In your light
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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Rumi |
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