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Rook · 02-07-2012, 11:43 PM

The sun is love. The lover,
a speck circling the sun.
A spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.

Something opens our wings. Something
makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.

We taste only sacredness.

I stand up, and this one of me
turns into a hundred of me.

They say I circle around you.
Nonsense. I circle around me.

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.
~ Rumi

02-07-2012, 11:43 PM	#8301
Rook Senior Member How Do You Identify?: A.G - Stone Butch - GenderFuck Preferred Pronoun?: Hym, Hyz...or, just b respectable, it's not that hard.. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Columbus Posts: 2,280 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,227 Thanked 3,182 Times in 1,287 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	The sun is love. The lover, a speck circling the sun. A spring wind moves to dance any branch that isn't dead. Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us. We taste only sacredness. I stand up, and this one of me turns into a hundred of me. They say I circle around you. Nonsense. I circle around me. Dance, when you are broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free. ~ Rumi __________________