A dose of Present Poetry pulsing in the beautiful
message of love Rumi Emperor Hawk As we drank wine, our hearts
left; suddenly broke up the chain of reason,
and out of our control, heart, free, flew. Where is it?
There was no place, only if kept in the divine Look not at home because he is from the air;
is an air of bird, and in the air-vanished It is the white hawk of the Emperor.
He took flight and left toward his master still pulsing, watch other videos,
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