A morning breeze
trails musk behind it
perfumes
from the street
where my love is
Yes, and the world wastes
while you sleep
The caravan is leaving
The sweet smell is dying
Get up!
Jalaloddin Rumi
trails musk behind it
perfumes
from the street
where my love is
Yes, and the world wastes
while you sleep
The caravan is leaving
The sweet smell is dying
Get up!
Jalaloddin Rumi