In the End

Jalaluddin Rumi

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In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.
You've been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetime
Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.

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  • adamrubi2

    Wow, Jalaluddin Rumi sure knows how to stir emotions with his powerful words! The way he states "the mountains of imagination were nothing but a house" just struck me. I felt a wave of deep thought washing over me. It's incredible how he portrays life and reality. Truly a beautiful piece of poetry! 😌👌🏻🍃