The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


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(The way of love…) Rumi

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky- circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.


Filed under: la vie poesie, life, that crazy,little thing called love, Uncategorized,

2 Responses

  1. Inspiration drips from the lines of your work. Lovely. Just lovely. A beautiful thought

    • emmjaepenniman says:

      Wow, as much as I’d like to, I can’t take the credit for the work of Rumi. I completely agree with you though;)

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