In The End Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In The End

Rating: 3.1


In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.
You've been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetime
Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy,house,mountains
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