Sometimes my heart is filled with hatred, with pain and anger, the taste of my anger comes to my mouth. Doubt falls into me like a stain falling on white. Then, I run and open the Masnavi of the Rûmi, … Okumaya devam et
Sometimes my heart is filled with hatred, with pain and anger, the taste of my anger comes to my mouth. Doubt falls into me like a stain falling on white. Then, I run and open the Masnavi of the Rûmi, … Okumaya devam et