Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
RumiI have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.
RumiBeauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
RumiI have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.
Rumi