A moss-covered beach

Aydin Alizadeh

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Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Rumi

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Rumi

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Rumi

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Rumi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Saadi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Rumi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

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A moss-covered beach

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A moss-covered beach

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Rumi

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Rumi

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Rumi

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Rumi

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Saadi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Rumi

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Rumi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

A moss-covered beach

Weather - chabahar

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