“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

Friday, August 13, 2010

no time

she smiled
I did not
ask why
no time

she waved
I did not
ask why
no time

she sighed
I did not
ask why
no time

she cried
I did not
ask why
no time

she left
I did
ask why

she said:
no time

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