Reading Rumi
You are the rose
the blossom I seek
..in morning's fresh dew
You are the petals
open to greet the world
..in morning's new light
You are the scent
wafting across the garden
..in morning's nimble breeze
You are the thorn
discovered hidden
..in morning's first grasp
I am the gardener
eager to pluck your blooms
..in the day's fullness
I am the gardener
..but I would rather be the rose
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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