ای شرمزده غنچه مـسـتور از تو
حیران و خجل نرگس مخـمور از تو
گـل با تو برابری کـجا یارد کرد
کاو نور ز مـه دارد و مـه نور از تو
Beauty of the rose you eclipse,
Every bud quietly away slips.
How can the rose compete with you?
Rose shines in moonlight, moon is in your grips.
Like wind - In it, with it, of it. Of it just like a sail, so light and strong that, even when it is bent flat, it gathers all the power of the wind without hampering its course.
Like light - In light, lit through by light, transformed into light. Like the lens which disappears in the light it focuses.
Like wind. Like light.
Just this - on these expanses, on these heights.
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painting excavated at Pompeii
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Posted on May 16 with 418 notes
Photo illustration, from a photo taken over Kandahar, Afghanistan.
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Posted on May 15 with 54 notesOr is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?
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through blankets of melting snow,
there is hope for me.
Posted on May 15 with 831 notesGong Li posing as Hatsumomo for Vogue during the promotion of Memoirs of a Geisha.
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