Rumi

When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now
moves as in sleep.

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Morning Thoughts – 25.4.17

Rumi

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.