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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Music Master

The minute i heard my 1st love story
I started looking for you, not hearing
How blind that was
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere
They're in each other all along

We are the mirror as well as the face in it
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity
We are pain and cures pain both
we are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours

I want to hold u close like a kite
So we can fly out with loving

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
Im your mirror and here are the stones...

~Jalaluddin Rumi, Turkiye~

p/s : tq dear

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