“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.”
― Rumi

Monday, August 31, 2009

father

he knows all the answers
and then
he knows none at all
and then
he knows some of them
and then
you turn into him
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