… When the violin
can forgive the past
It starts singing.
When the violin can stop worrying
about the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God
Will lean down
And start combing you into
Her
Hair.
When the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by
Others
The heart starts
singing … – Hafiz –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Sleep Well,
William
