Old poetry
Friday, July 8, 2011
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere
They’re in each other all along.
Something to think about. A link to learn more is here.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi
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