“Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft”- John Keats
Tag: Poetry
That’s the shape of my heart
“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.”- Rumi
The Levee breaks
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”- Kahlil Gibran
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