From The Essential Rumi
by Rumi
When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.
You can find this poem in The Essential Rumi.
From The Essential Rumi
by Rumi
When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.
You can find this poem in The Essential Rumi.
