“A Grape” (Rumi)

I come with excuses. You plug your ears. So I accept every difficulty.

If you would say I do not exist, I would be grateful.

When this longing makes me disreputable, then I have a little self-respect.

This vine begins to become wine

when you say, Pressure is necessary

for you to burst open under my foot.

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