Through Love

Through Love

Through love, thorns become roses, vinegar becomes sweet wine, the stake becomes a thorn, bad luck seems like good fortune, a prison becomes a rose bower, a grate full of ashes seems a garden, the hard stone becomes soft as butter, grief is as joy, ghouls turn into angels, bee stings are as honey, lions are as harmless as mice, sickness is as health, wrath is as mercy.
—Rumi

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