Jun 2014
There's a room in me where Rumi sits
and spits out apple pips,those
seeds that grow and
words that flow and
wonders never cease.
I find that in the room,
it is Rumi
gives me peace.
and spits out apple pips,those
seeds that grow and
words that flow and
wonders never cease.
I find that in the room,
it is Rumi
gives me peace.
