When its cold by Rumi

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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.

Rumi

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thank you Rumi is a master

thank you

Rumi is a master