Challenge
This is love...
"to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." Rumi
Poetry, please.
My existence
There's no other meaning of life
Except the domain of your eyes.
When they open, the morning rises.
When they shut, the day itself dies.
Among the flutter of your eyelids
My entire existence lies.