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Donnerstag, 22. Januar 2015

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely 
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.

(Hafiz)

This sky 
where we live 
is no place 
to lose your wings
So love, love, love.

(Hafiz)