Silver dandelion, good news but quiet mirrors, storytelling mirrors, unassuming, no dialogue The voice of the love of love, you hear from you On the silence, you can write and write
Lightening, If you do not hear with me, come with my heart, until the end of this Mathnawi Your silence is your voice, tell me about the memory of the song, from the tone of the tears of wish
, if you are, the moonlight and come Cry to the word, with your hands Every look
I read from your eyes, even if you dont hear come with me with my heart, until the end of this Mathnawi
