Quote“The heavens are all poems of love, with the Earth being the rhyme. In nature, the heavy blow of love is felt, and in relationships between people, the flag of love can be seen to wave. In society, if there is a currency that maintains its value, it is love, and again the value of love is found in itself.”
-Fethullah Gulen
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Written by Fethullah Gulen
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Monday, 09 January 2006 |
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As I mentioned you again nothing else remained in my memory;
I imagined you traveling on the hills of my heart.
A mirage. I know but it sufficed to calm the anguish of my heart.
As I mentioned you again nothing else remains in my memory.
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