surethings

“The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.”

—   

Hafiz

(via songnsilence)

(via theantidote)

  • 21 November 2012
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