The core of any people, any religion, lies in its poets. When we remember that, this contention will cease.
The Freshness
When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.The 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
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From
by Coleman Barks
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