Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
RumiIf all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.
RumiLightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
RumiIf all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.
Rumi