Quote Me Rumi
You walked through the doors of the ancient temple
The large metal doors with the silhouette of nude cherubs engraved on them
A dagger in your heart
A smile on your face
Arms stretched from sides
Asking me for an embrace
Lights gushing through your wounds
No sign of blood
In my dream you were alive
Coming back to me through those blue metal doors
Dec 02, 2015
"The wound is the place where the light enters you."
Copyright © Rahy Hy | Year Posted 2015
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