where words are not scathing
and silence makes up for everything unsaid
where you do not judge the movement of my hands
and i hold no grudges against your roving mind
where you and I
are just what we become in each other
if there is that field Rumi created,
I'll surely meet you there.
and silence makes up for everything unsaid
where you do not judge the movement of my hands
and i hold no grudges against your roving mind
where you and I
are just what we become in each other
if there is that field Rumi created,
I'll surely meet you there.
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