This art...

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.


- Rumi

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Version by Coleman Barks
"Birdsong"
Maypop, 1993