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The minute I heard my first love story,

June 28, 2009 · 2 comments

in Poetry,Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

Rumi

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1 Susie June 28, 2009 at 6:25 pm

Haroun, this is so beautiful.

Have you ever read Jeanette Winterson? You should read Sexing the Cherry. It’s about searching for a lover. The main character dreams of a woman, and he doesn’t know if he’s remembering her or imagining the future where he will meet her. But he knows that she’s a co-ordinate in time, somewhere out there.

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2 Haroun Kola June 28, 2009 at 6:36 pm

Sounds amazing Susie, thanks I’ll look out for it.

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