June 2011
54 posts
letskeepitfreshk:
I created beautiful names
For destitute places
Left windows flung wide
For the scent of truth to waft through
While the flowers bloomed in the boulevard
And the sunset threw a different colour on this life
I sat with my needle and thread
To fix the wounds I had left open for too long
“In the house of lovers the music never stops, the walls are made of songs &...”
– Rumi (via elige)
