A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
Which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
That the one I love is everywhere?
- RumiThis poem was posted today on the Pink of Perfection. I'm sure lots of people read it, but I think it meant the most to me.
Thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. It takes on such a different meaning than I think the author had intended after our tragic losses. Thank you for sharing it.
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