are out there.
2005 Apr 25 / 1:40 a.m.
sleep still won't come.
tonight, i saw cold rain running down new leaves. i stood there, soaked, staring.
i don't have the words; it is a flood.
i would love to kiss you.
...daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
can you see them when i whisper in your ear?
- jalalludin rumi
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