Dear My Rumi,
I don't know how this works. Or why is it, how is it. You
being around in however cruel situations we are in, there is a ‘’Sense of Quietude’’. Or if I can say,
a ‘’Sense of Stability’’. There is a
‘’Sense of Calm In Our Chaos’’.
I don't know why I am writing what
I am writing. But I want you to know ...
You Exist like the Dawn before the
Morning Blush.
Because however, the Night can say it may not need the
Sun...Or it can live with its Stillness...The matter of fact is ... The Sun is
somewhere hidden behind the meadow and the Dawn awakens to the morning with a
sense of reality check. You are that reality check for me. Whatever it is. I
just have Gratitude for what we had and what we have. With all the sensibilities
and the immense aware Feelings…You
Mean Lot to Me.
I wish I could say…BE IN TOUCH…But
Letting Go never had that Option.
Your's
Once.. Wandering Home.
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