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
“You think you are alive
because you breathe air?
Shame on you,
Shame on you,
that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognise you when you
first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”...
Rumi
Source: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/610590/in-your-light-rumi/
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognise you when you
first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”...
Rumi
Source: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/610590/in-your-light-rumi/
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