Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Show me your face...

Show me your face
     I crave
     flowers and gardens

     open your lips
     I crave
     the taste of honey

     come out from
     behind the clouds
     I desire a sunny face

     your voice echoed
     saying "leave me alone"
     I wish to hear your voice
     again saying "leave me alone"

     I swear this city without you
     is a prison
     I am dying to get out
     to roam in deserts and mountains

This poem makes me weep...
Translation of Rumi

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