They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while, then closes
within a dream.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Endless Reverie
Exquisite. Alluring. Eternal. An endless dream. I just want to read the greatest love poetry by Rumi and lose myself in her voice. I dedicate this song to my blog and its readers!
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"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. "
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