"One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life."
"The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning."
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Source: Khalil Gibran “The New Frontier and Sand and Foam”, Library of Alexandria
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