It’s just a thought.

Who are lovers? What are they made of?

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Full Moon Night

It’s two at night  I am up and awake Feeling all fresh and bright Emitting rays of gold To those who have lost their path In the darkness of their spite Clouds as dark as my hair engulfs all in sight And here I am smiling away to glorify all with my dazzling light I…

Wings of Death

“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life” – Rumi

Garden

A place which belongs in the heart. What is within is without