When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty
RumiThe ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
Rumilet's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.
Rumi