Would love be without pain the birth of eternity?
Would love without pain the birth of eternity?
(Rumi 1207 -1273)
Where has my day moved to now
who wobbled my morning sun veil?
Rose leaves carried away by winds,
so glowing hot was once her red,
only carried by their scent.
Purple wave pain,
in the glow of the sun sails my boat out now,
star coat, nightly blue velvet moon jewellery,
Venus was wearing that night.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08.09.2018.