Monday, April 14, 2008
a poem by Rumi
Current mood: enthralled
A little mixed-breed apple,
half red, half yellow,
tells this story.
A lover and beloved get seperated.
Their being apart was one thing,
but they have opposite responses.
The lover feels pain and grows pale.
The beloved flushes and feels proud.
I am a thorn next to my master's rose.
We seem to be two, but we are not.
Friday, June 25, 2010
A Mixed-Breed Apple
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