the silence of us..
secret is..
when people keep talking about their wants and needs..doubts and fears..
when I keep saying no, dragging myself far..
my heart beats..
because their pains become mine..
these could bring me down..
Rumi keeps quiet..
sunset and sunrise..day and night.
time has no means as their secrets and mine are laughing at me..
I am sitting with Rumi..centuries apart
feeling the pain, could not be understood by me..
whispering to me..
accepting these..nothing you can do..
when people keep talking about their wants and needs..doubts and fears..
when I keep saying no, dragging myself far..
my heart beats..
because their pains become mine..
these could bring me down..
Rumi keeps quiet..
sunset and sunrise..day and night.
time has no means as their secrets and mine are laughing at me..
I am sitting with Rumi..centuries apart
feeling the pain, could not be understood by me..
whispering to me..
accepting these..nothing you can do..
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