When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Thursday, September 15, 2011

This is good

We feed each other chapters of ourselves,
page upon page I see transformation.

And in the end  . . .
I find your life to be a sonnet.


Lark
Posted by M'Larky at 3:44 PM

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