Monday, 13 February 2012

MYSTERIES OF SELFLESSNESS

Posted by Networking Master at 08:11 | Monday, 13 February 2012 | 0 comments
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MYSTERIES OF SELFLESSNESS
"Since love first made the breast an instrument
Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart
Was molten to a mirror, like a rose
I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang
This mirror in your sight
Gaze you therein."

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