The moon has become a dancer at this festival of love.
This dance of light, this sacred blessing, this divine love beckons us to a world beyond, that only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light, now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind the world of defeat-full games.
They are the privileged lovers who created new worlds with their eyes of fiery passion. Rumi
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