poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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In The End

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.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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