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At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.Rumi, A year with Rumi: Daily Readings
Her aura's a radiant light/ Very fly like takin' a flight/ On a plane, she's not plain/ She's eccentric -Elzhi
